'Brave'. What a joke.

Stormy was quite literally about to shit herself. But for the sake of appearances, and her own bruised peach ego, she was here.

"What?"

His greeting catches her off-guard and she doesn't hear it at first. But once the words come back around and she recognizes the smile on his face, if he even was smiling, she blinks, frowns, and sighs. What a peach she was.

"Yeah, nothing else to do."

And then she yawns, because what better way to look like a bored asshole than to yawn?

It also helps mask her anxiety, which is ideal, because showing any amount of fear or worry is not in Stormy's usual vocabulary. She struggles to not maintain her frown, to let her eyebrows relax than tremble like itchy caterpillars. It wasn't like this job was particularly hard or out of her usual comfort level. Dealing with a wild Pokemon was easy, simple, a straightforward, basic task assigned to any ranger.

Mega evolution on top of that? Piece of cake. On numerous occasions she had been tasked with helping in situations like that -- cait alfric, for one, comes to mind. Not only that, but she had three Heatran wallowing in the depths of Mt. Chimney - hers, legendary Pokemon capable of total destruction. And yet here she was, weak in the knees because she felt fear.

Of what?

"Any idea what Pokemon it is?"

kyle lopez

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