illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
Fishing for Answers [M] [WOFF]
POSTED ON Aug 12, 2023 0:51:40 GMT
[attr="class","illeana"] [attr="class","illeana b"] [attr="class","illeana i"]transporting equipment to and from dewford's rift is, realistically, growing tiresome. trip after trip, she has little to show for it except the occasional glittering gem shoved into a satchel. and, unfortunately, each trip has left her with more questions than answers: where are the new discoveries? is the ultra sea nothing more than a treasure trove? is it connected to ultra space and the dimensional expanses beyond? in the grand scheme, each trip is important. the treasures brought back help the league - and yet, she wonders (selfishly) when they'll help her. this return is no different than the last, either. she looks worn down, exhaustion seeping into her bones. her discolored golurk, too, looks less animated than usual. brilliant green is muted, fading in odd spots as it shifts equipment around in its arms. the satchel handing from one of its clay shoulders clinks softly like a barely there symphony. and around them, dewford town blossoms with newfound life. carnival games have been set up in the time she's been gone, attracting both locals and tourists from every stretch of the region. she wonders, as her eyes lazily flicker between passing faces, if they know what's going on close by - if they know what lies beyond the veil of this plane. no matter... it is of little consequence for them. as her shoes begin to sink softly into the sandy beach of dewford, a carnival performance happening nearby draws her eye. she keeps moving despite a straying attention span and, really, she should pay more attention to the task at hand... it's how accidents are avoided - quite like the colliding of her shoulder into another person's body. "oh!"surprise squeaks through her voice and her body wobbles through righting itself - center of gravity thrown off kilter and left to teeter. "i'm sorry - are you alright?"
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