It’s still strange to TELEPORT without the aid of a pokemon. As soon as their fingertips touched, Lex was torn through space until they emerged in the familiar, dark hull of the submarine where the Training Rooms were built. They were sturdy and could no doubt withstand a beating from some of the best.

Lex always worries about him. So when he groans she quick to respond, “Killian? Do you need anything?” she places a gentle hand on his back, “Water?” not that she had anything to offer but she could find whatever he needs.

Killian Decker

Surprisingly, Lex’s first thought wasn’t “Well, fuck that alien”. Instead, she found herself shrugging, recognizing they had something in common, “Yeah, I get it,” she hated the sub too. Lex had far too many sour memories here to not feel uncomfortable.

Killian slid her hand off his back and tried to comfort her with half-hearted smile. With Killian, she’s a glass-half-full kind of girl so she smiles back.

“Ok . . . good,” she gives Killian and Deoxys some space with a small step back, waiting for them to take the lead when they’re ready.

Killian Decker

Killian’s uncertainly does not sprout confidence in her. It seemed the two were still getting use to each other, just as she was getting use to the idea for Deoxys being a permanent resident in this ‘thruple’. Keeping Killian, meant accepting the alien. It’s a learning process for them all.

“Hm, I’m not thrilled about that idea,” she admited, taking a step back from Killian, “I think it seeing me hurt you may lessen its opinion of me,” wasn’t part of this to get it to trust her? Plus, she didn’t want to get rocked by a legendary and flung across the room.

A hand hovered over the sphere on her belt, “Unless you think I’d draw it out quicker?” They’re both flying by the seat of their pants, here.

Killian Decker