Sylvie
she/her
27
July 6
Accumula Town
Bisexual
Spy
Grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Sylvia Cousteau
[M] Boom! Boom! Pow!
POSTED ON Jun 28, 2024 2:51:15 GMT
She helped the kid? Sylvia blinked., a little shocked by her answer in multiple ways. Yeah, she did end up saving that kid while she was aiming to get the Sewaddle out. So technically she did save somebody! Maybe the Ranger cared enough to not kill her on the spot for that revelation, but Sylvia was much too caught up in fawning over Genevieve to really care that much about details. "Ugh, you people and your chivalry are so annoying some times. Yes, I did it. I saved a kid. Not a big deal in the long run." She gave a small pout for a moment, furrowing her brows for a moment. Just as quickly as the frustration appeared, Sylvia exhaled and continued beaming at Genevieve. Those eyes yearning for an answer that wasn't made aware to them. Sylvia loved to see it so, even if she hadn't caught on by now. It was such a simple line of reasoning, once you learned how to step off the worn, beaten path. She stepped closer to Genevieve, but not threateningly. Her posture was ever changing, lending itself to her slender, athletic body, and the eager grin never seemed to dwindle. Time to put those years in theater class to work!
"What's your favorite thing in the whoooole world, Orange?~ The one thing that if removed from your life, it would devastate you. The very thing that defines who you are as a person." she asked in a chipper, genuine tone, looking around at the destruction caused by her. People splayed out, unconscious and currently asleep. She waited for an answer and then spoke up again. "I find struggle beautiful. Not in a gross kind of way that some weirdos have on the internet. Not even in the way some self-loathing trainer who lost to the same gym three times will post "Waaaaah, I'm not gunna make it" on social media." The latter of which was said in a mocking tone. "I'm talking about the baby Pidgey kicking at its shell, Beautifly bursting from its cocoon, Pokemon running from preadators! The fight for survival, the will to live beating out impossible odds!"
Sylvia was a respectful distance away from Genevieve again, grinning ear to ear as her hands were behind her back, only to then raise into the way and part ways as they motioned to the chaos before them.
"The struggle to grow, to change, to move forward in the face of absolute adversity. It's the one thing that is embedded in every living thing that can't be stripped from us. There's nothing more synonymous with life itself than to struggle, and life is already such a beautiful thing." The redhead looked onto the broken glass, scattered pokeballs lacking owners that had spilled out of the bag from before. Even the sirens from afar, signaling an attack, had brought the woman a sickened sense of pride in her chest. "People have gotten too soft and malleable with today's society. The peaceful, idyllic nature of fun times and friendly battles is slowly ending. We've both seen what Rocket can do, and I especially know what happens when the people are too weak to push back."
She let it sink in for a moment, then reached down as her foot came across the shredded remains of a candy display by one of the corner stores nearby. The box was still half full of tart tropical candies shaped like water-types for the summer season. They were somewhat singed, but still pretty good. Her voice rose in excitement and admiration as she came closer still, now in front of her.
"The people need a lot of things, things that the League or Rangers fool them into believing. People don't need bureaucracies, or some rich asshole sitting in an office as they look at the statistics below them, determining the fate of people they'll never see or know about once they're missing or dead. What they need is an icon. People who are the embodiment of the kind of person everybody aspires to that's not some corporate mascot or poster child. Somebody who inspires every person that they alone can defy the factors that keep them down and continue to grow! And one of those somebodies is you, Orange!"
Sylvia reached forward to boop her nose again, snickering to herself with a mouthful of gummi candy.
"I used to wonder why bad things happened to people, good or bad. It's happened to everybody, me included. I wallowed in despair for long enough to realize that it's all meaningless. Humans, Pokemon, everybody has to suffer to some extent in their lives. But I don't want this region to have its hope stomped out with the way things are going. The League could care less about what the people around us are like! Their hopes, dreams, what they want more than anything, and Rocket won't be any better! What Hoenn needs are people who care. Not because it's the "right" thing to do, but because it's what they genuinely believe in."
"That's what I want from heroes. I don't want League answers or protocols. I don't want to hear how Rocket has insurmountable odds against the League. I don't care about legendaries, avatars, gods, or this stupid war." Sylvia felt her heart racing, opening her arms wide as she faced Genevieve and her Pokemon. Her face was flush with emotion, and still smiling. Yet inside of those cheerful irises was a sense of fervor that bordered on charitable ignorance. "I want to see you struggle for victory, for your life! I want you to push yourself past your limits until you break and be rebuilt! I want to taste your bitter hatred for me and everything I stand for! All so I can make you into the paragons that you were destined to be!"
Sylvia finished her little ramble and didn't even notice how much she was hyping herself up. Her body trembled, hands shaking as the box of candy was squeezed to tight that it threatened to break. Her breath was visible with how much she had gotten into herself, then giggled to herself again and moved some strands of hair from her face. Silence rang between them again before she composed herself again and swallowed another mouthful of gummies.
"That's why I want a hero. I've met one other already, and there will be more. I don't do it because I want to, it's my purpose. The reason I even exist."
MISSION: Boom Boom Bakudon!
Genevieve Cromwell
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