She/Her; They/Them
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Ecruteak City
Fond of girls
Failure
Grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Saki Shitachi
Weathering with You [M][C/Saki]
POSTED ON Apr 24, 2023 3:30:37 GMT
The rain slammed violently down into the ground, into the wooden bridge beneath her feet, and even into her pale white skin. The wind was equally barbaric, sending her hair flying wildly, such that it tangled up and obscured her face. With the dark, cloudy sky overhead, nobody could be blamed if they mistook her for a horrible ghost-type pokemon.
Her outfit was so drenched she may as well have been submerged. With the river raging just below her, she was almost tempted to fall. It would have been no more cold, and no less pleasant, than standing in the rain like this. Swimming had never been her strong suit, though. And she imagined all sorts of water-types were no doubt salivating beneath its surface. Did pokemon that lived underwater salivate? The girl on the bridge had no idea.
And yes, indeed, she was leisurely dancing. She had been resting in peace before the storm struck, yet the horrific weather was what renewed her with energy and vigor, returning to her the light of life.
Yet she was not the only life present on this dismal day. Her eyes opened halfway with a warm little smile, watching from a distance as the young trainer - old for a trainer, but young for a person - scrambled for sanctuary. She stood, watching, silent. The wind relentlessly buffeted her far-too-lightly-dressed outfit, her hair flying everywhere as if it were possessed. Still, she watched.
The oppressive rain and constant thunder failed to completely obfuscate the lightning-fast stomping that approached the Weather Institute, as heavy footsteps frantically tore into the earth itself.
The door opened but a few seconds after Shouko entered, in time with the crackle of lightning, the turning of its handle silenced by the roaring thunder and howling wind.
The dripping of water onto tile was much quieter than the rain outside.
Even her footsteps had an unnatural quiet to them, as she walked softly and slowly.
Instead of looming over Shouko, that young girl on the bridge calmly smoothed her skirt beneath herself, and lightly sat down by the other trainer's side. With the patience of someone not of this world, she watched over Shouko in utter silence, her messy and tangled hair hanging down such that only one eye could be seen from within.
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