perse
she / her
twenty-four
november 23
sootopolis
good q
lorekeeper / elite four
elite four
my own blood pains me, the salt as much as the vein
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persephone amavi
burned brighter [ battle | gym ]
POSTED ON Feb 21, 2019 19:50:10 GMT
she won't need an hour to be in and out. rather than smile, persephone grows somber at the hypno's words. she never liked how psychic types could do that, indeed she barely could stomach the mental intrusion from her own lucario.
"of course," persephone says aloud, as graciously as she could. "i assume there's not limitation on the method used?"
she doesn't wait for an answer. the concept of a challenge gated by a labyrinth isn't unique, but could be interesting to explore. the leader clearly lavishes on her gym, it's a shame she can't appreciate it.
a flick of her wrist releases a handful of ghost-types — a pair of chandelure, shedinja, and froslass. the pokemon gather around her, floating in eerie unmoving silence for a long moment until she gives the order to disperse and seek a path through. at her words, the pokemon disperse in quick coordination, melting into the undergrowth's shadows.
persephone remains unmoving at the entrance, sending the hypno a tight-lipped smile, an eyebrow arced.
one of the chandelure returns first — waving her branch-like arms to indicate the path, slinging a few will-o-wisps to illuminate the path, practically threatening to sear the leaves. a forewarning of what's to come.
as she walks through the lush flora, her pokemon return to her one by one.
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