Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
GRACIDEA
POSTED ON Aug 1, 2022 22:34:58 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] Ne M'oublie Pas Fleur [break][break] [break] "My friend." Was this the first time that Fernando had mentioned closeness to someone outside of Silph Co.? Despite herself, Elisabeth felt her own curiosity overtake her as she planted the Gracidea in place, watching its petals brighten as it embraced the soil. There was so much she didn't know about FERNANDO SILPH -- that Elisabeth had in fact decided she didn't need to know about him. So why did Elisabeth care now? Only as she questioned herself did she realize her hand had lingered longer than it should have on his own. A strange uncertainty overtook her, one that had not been present between them in the night. "I think you could become good at gardening, if you saw reason to practise," the blonde said instead, looking up at him as her hand retreated to her lap. "You simply have higher priorities, that's all." The wild Shaymin that had gathered before them turned its snout to the man next to her, a SEED FLARE prepared to battle. Without thinking to ask, Elisabeth threw a Pokeball of her own, revealing the same Vivillon that she had shooed out of his face, once, as distantly as a month or so ago. "Petal," she instructed the inquisitive butterfly, "FRIEND GUARD, if you wouldn't mind."Obediently, the blushing pink bug fluttered over Fernando's own Shaymin, a shimmering dust falling from her wings to coat the Grass-type in a thin protective coating that sought to blunt the oncoming attack. Elisabeth glanced over her shoulder at the councilman, interested to see what he might do. [break] [break] [break] ✿[newclass=".elisafont b"]color: #7bb661;[/newclass]
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