[attr="class","eris109"]With Reiner leaving them behind, Einar doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Neither injured like Nessie, nor tired out like Mesprit, he frowns and looks to the two other kids, almost as if pleading for them to give him direction. Off goes Zorro with his nasty trick, ready to run a distraction as they all prepare themselves for a fight. And what is he to do, except stand by them and defend his own two buddies?[break][break]
Having heard Hideo's order to Cass, Mesprit seemingly gains a moment a clarity, taking a deep breath as they begin to muster up a little bit of energy. Just enough for them to don the disguise of yet another Wooper in the mix.[break][break]
And not a moment too soon, as the spotting of Zorro sparks a reaction. One of the grunts immediately whips his head to the sound of running, his lips moving to form a command. At least, until he is stopped by a hand on his shoulder.[break][break]
"Don't waste your time. The fire will get him first." Relentless hunters, just like they are meant to be. The man reaches for his belt and unhooks a pokeball, calling upon a Roselia, who narrows her eyes at the messy garden.
"More importantly, it seems like we might get our chance after all."[break][break]
From around the corner, they emerge. One after the other, each with a pokemon by their side. The first is a buff and bulky woman, her Arcanine showered in wood and dust. The second a seedy guy, his lanky frame just barely overshadowed by his Bewear. The third grunt seems unarmed, his crooked smile tight with its words whereas the fourth can barely be seen behind the hulking figure of their Dondozo.[break][break]
The fifth who commands the Roselia simply looks to the duo and smiles, offering a little wave as if he were the owner of this home greeting a few passers-by. Strangely enough, their opening act is not a bunch of seeds or a deadly flamethrower slung right at them. Instead, it is a song. A gentle
Grass Whistle that mixes with the howling melody of flames and whispers false promises of respite.[break][break]
"Fancy seeing you here, Gym Leader Kino! Brought a friend... or perhaps, friends with you to this party?"[break][break]
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The inside is much more of a mess than she'd thought it'd be. Clambering over a fallen drawer, the door to her room has been neatly sliced in half. Her closet has been opened, the contents all pulled out as if they'd been searching for something or someone hiding within. Several pictures on her wall have been ripped, each with the intent of ripping her to shreds. And the Corsola plushie that Isaac had helped her win... it lays on her bed in a pool of its own stuffing, a rather familiar dagger slicing right through its belly and left on display.[break][break]
Chu-e Choi's dagger. Plain as any but sharper than most. Though her stomach churns as she reaches for it, she doesn't hesitate to pull it out and tuck into her pocket.[break][break]
The books on her shelves... she can tell that they had tried to pull them down, dirt trailed all over star charts, world maps and fairytales she had gathered. Thankfully, they had stopped when it became too much of a hassle. The most unassuming books on the lower half are the ones she treasures the most, left untouched by their bitter hands.[break][break]
And the one that matters most, that leatherbound journal that sits in the side closest to her bed. Gently pulling it from its place, Eris holds it close to her chest and murmurs a quiet word of gratitude for whoever must be watching from on high.[break][break]
One treasure secured. Onto the next. Pulling a rucksack free of the mess, she checks for any holes before placing the journal in.[break][break]
Her desk is the next place to look, various knick-knacks and drawing materials all scattered across its surface. Tucked in the corner with her (now pitiful) cup of loose change, are bracelets. Ones that she cannot bear to wear, but cannot bear to throw out either. Those go in the bag, along with a pocket telescope that has managed to gather a light layer of dust.[break][break]
Then, the polaroid camera she'd gotten as a gift to make more memories for herself. Whatever she can salvage of the pictures that don't include her. The precious smiles and moments forever kept within those thin little slices of memories.[break][break]
Truthfully, she can't bear to leave any of her books here. But when she looks up to Reiner standing by the door, she knows that there is no time to pack or save them all. So she forces herself to let things be, even if her fingers would itch at the thought of leaving it all. Even if her chest would ache and her vision threatens to blur.[break][break]
One foot out the door. That's all she needs to keep going. And yet, when she finally takes that step, she stops, turns back and reaches across her bed. That Corsola plushie...
Her Corsola plushie. Even as more of its stuffing spills out when she grabs it, she doesn't let go, cradling it in her arms as she finally leaves her room.