"God, it's really fucking hot," the rocker would sigh as she raised the cigarette that resided within her fingers to her lips, turning to face the lurking gripper pokemon that followed behind her footsteps, "still feeling alright, Haborym..? You're awfully.. quiet today."[break][break]

The Dusknoir would appear to be upset by this observation, quickly bobbing around her trainer to express some form of a childish whine. Zeph would laugh as she would continue to advance into the foreign city of Lilycove- the two were here to attempt to cool themselves down from the heatwave that currently was impacting the region, something that made the summers back home in Kanto feel like nothing. It wasn't that normal to have to think about cooling down to the ghost and fire-type trainer, but it was clear to her that the new region that she would call her home for the foreseeable future was anything but normal. Smoke trailing out of her lips as she would scan the sides of the streets for vendors that potentially held onto things that would remedy the heat, the band-leader would sight a man and his Chimchar seemingly cooling off as well near a fountain, holding onto a water bottle and shaved ice.[break][break]

"Hey, you," the multi-colored-haired girl would call out to the stranger as she would approach him, the shadow of the ghost-type pokemon that followed her draping a veil of darkness over her now still vibrant silhouette. As she would near the edge of the fountain she would find herself cupping some of its water into her tattoed hands, her golden eyes would glisten as she would look up at the boy; if he was familiar with the Kantonian punk scene it would be to no surprise that she was Zephyris Oz of Unholy, a slight possibility at most. "Where'd you get that bottle of water? I'm parched as hell, man." she would exclaim as the water that once resided within her palms now ran through her hair, dripping onto her neck and into the fabric of her shirt.[break][break]

"Sorry to bother, I'm just not from these parts," the team rocket grunt would softly speak as she would smoke, adjusting the strap of her guitar that would reside upon her back as she would stand tall once more. Her gaze would be directed at the fire-type that the individual appeared to call its own; it was just so cute, munching on its little shaved ice cup! Zeph couldn't help but smile upon being able to witness something so precious.

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+ samuel carter it so hawt... even tho she's in a black bralette and short shorts she still had to put on those fishnets and doc martens :> u kno the vibes hehe

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Allowing for her painted nails of noire to glisten across the surface of the fountain as she would scoop up another handful of water to splash on her face, the golden optics of the rocket grunt would flutter as the conversation between the two strangers would commence- the boy appeared to indeed recognize the unique look of Zeph and associate it with her name, which would manifest a smirk on her face. “Oh, you know of me? You must have good taste, or at least know someone who does,” her verbiage would resonate with the heat that would shoot down from the sun in harsh waves, becoming slightly louder with each word, “I find it really interesting how so many foreigners come to this ravaged region, each with a different purpose and perspective on the world. It really makes you think.. but I’m one to talk.”[break][break]

Raising her hand to rest on the forehead of the ghost-type pokemon that floated beside her, it’s eyes would shut in elation. The stranger would begin to lead her to the vendor that sold him his hydration; upon approaching the saleswoman she would appear to order an entire case of water bottles without hesitation, pouring out a handful of pokedollars from her wallet onto the table. The guitarist would not appear to show interest in counting or straightening out the wad of cash, leaving the cashier to her own devices. It was most likely over by way too much, but she would not give it a second thought. After all, she was the famous musician in this scenario.[break][break]

Zephyris would hand the case of water bottles to the Dusknoir after removing one and chugging almost the entire thing, dumping the remainder of its contents onto her head to scratch the itch that was the heat of the giant star in the sky. “Thanks for showing me over to here, stranger,” she would smile as she would speak in a playful tone, raising the cigarette to rest in between her lips as she would brush through the strands of her hair with her fingertips, “now what’s your story? We’re both foreigners to this fucked up place, after all.” A bit bold, alongside her views on the current state of the world- she was known to come across as quite the philosophical one, and was not afraid to bring up her grand opinions in conversation with strangers. Maybe it was the trauma and gothic angst talking, but how else would you expect the lead singer of a punk rock band to feel and present to the world? If one were to expect her to always talk about sunshine and rainbows, well, they probably came to the wrong venue.
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+ samuel carter i did this post on mobile whilst on the clock at workk,,, if the template breaks i might pee.

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It appeared as if alongside the guitarist, the boy that stood in front of her hailed from the region overseas that she considered her home- from the northeastern areas of the seaside region, Lavender Town, the lustrous optics of the two-tone haired girl would light up upon this tiny detail being mentioned. The tower that he appeared to have worked within for his life was the place that one of her bandmate's companions lay to rest, the soul of an innocent life lost in Team Rocket's claiming of Kanto as their own.[break][break]

"Ah, the Pokemon Tower. I've never been inside, but I've brought a friend there once before," she would speak to the stranger whilst maintaining the contact between her eyes and theirs, "rest in peace, that tiny little shit of a Pidgeotto. I imagine that spending that much time at such a large burial site would make you acquainted with some form of darkness, I just know that's how it would be for me- the spirits of grand beasts that refuse to be put to rest.. I don't know, I just feel like that would be so much to have to handle for as long as that."[break][break]

Twirling strands of blonde throughout the slits in-between her fingertips with each word that would float out of her lips, alongside the cigarette smoke, the gaze of Zephyris would be directed to the cries of the birds that would reign from the beach into the sky; oh, just how good it would feel to submerge herself into the waves of the sea, she would begin to think about jovially.[break][break]

"But even though I haven't really seen what that looks like up close in person... well, I've had a fascination with the quirks of ghost type pokemon ever since the passing of my father," she would appear to look up and smile at the Dusknoir, "but I actually haven't had the chance to visit the burial grounds of Mt. Pyre either... you know, you should show me around some time, I bet it's crawling with ghosts begging to be caught by a rocker like me, haha."[break][break]

The two seemed to have a large number of things in common, albeit their activism in political endeavors did not seem to align; Zeph felt as though having a voice and an opinion of what was going on within the world and its leadership was something extremely important, as they indirectly influenced almost every aspect of what seemed to go on in the world of pokemon. Though this opinion was pushed prevalently by her personal experiences as a child- had she not witnessed the corruption of the Kantonian League firsthand via the murder of her pa, she most likely wouldn't have adopted some aspects of anarchism within her own beliefs. Even though she had got her revenge, something was inside her itching for more.[break][break]

"I wish it were that easy for me to not care about that kind of stuff, but.. I don't know, it's just hard." It was too late for Zephyris to wish to turn back in time and not give a care about the grand scheme of events that were to occur in the name of the league- she was a member of Team Rocket, though she would not wish to change a thing when it came to her life. The world was her oyster, after all. Though, the rocker did agree with his opinions on the lack of perfection that everyone was to hold dear to their core to a certain extent- though she was hellbent on just how corrupt the so-called "good guys" were, which she felt Team Rocket would never be equal to.[break][break]

The rocker did not wish to tell the boy just how intensely she truly felt when it came to her opposition of the league, as there would most likely be consequences- being affiliated with the so-called "bad guys" was a big secret that she needed to keep, after all. Taking a neutral stance seemed to be the wiser option, even if it was ingenuine.[break][break]

"I just wish everyone had the ability to love each other," the cigarette would fade away into nothing but a butt, which the ghost-type trainer would discard into a nearby garbage as she would continue to speak, "people forget just how important love is, it's the central point of everything. It's a shame how void of it our corrupt world has become.. though you're correct, nobody is perfect."[break][break]

"I was thinking about hitting the beach to cool off after finding something to drink, and I think the two of us would make great acquaintances with how much we have in common. Would you like to be my plus one? Oh, and I completely forgot to ask you your name," her voice would pick up as she would smile, removing another cigarette from her pocket and sparking it up, reaching her free hand outward subsequently to somewhat formally shake his warmly, "so what is it?"

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+ samuel carter TEXT WALLING THAT BIH SRY FOR SUCH BIG POST I JUST HAD TOO MUCH TO WRITE JHDSHDGS

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