Himi
she/her
27
October 26
Celadon City, kanto
Bi
Florist
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Yamaguchi Himiko
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POSTED ON Aug 29, 2024 7:11:32 GMT
Would that really get her family to contact her? Himiko wanted to believe in the lie for any amount of hope, though it was slowly dwindling as the months went on. Even with a brand new shiny pokemon, all the woman could do was sit and stew in her own ire. Even the thought of another shiny to begin her collection once more didn't have the same luster as it would have gotten from her. "Maybe." Himiko didn't even offer an indignant huff. "I've already waited for so long, so why won't they answer?" She looked at Lulu for an answer that likely wasn't even there.
Regardless, her attention moved onto the towering silhoutte wandering closer and closer towards them. It was taller than the two females, though its stance was haggard. Himiko's brows raised in curiosity as it moved closer enough for details to be made out. It looked to be in rough shape, pretty badly beaten and wounded, with some scales missing here and there. Rouge readied herself for another blast of flames, but somehow, the woman knew far well of what may be the problem. "Hold." she ordered the fire-type. She stepped forward to finally notice the dragon type as it let out a threatened growl deterring her away from it, though it struggled to maintain the facade.
"I know that look, the one you're feeling now." she began, eyes locked onto the dragon-type's eyes. He puffed up his chest and let out as deep of a roar that he could muster. "You've been burned, scorned by the very people you put your trust into, and you're hopelessly lost. Maybe you challenged somebody you thought you could take and found out the hard way. Maybe it was a fight over a mate and you lost. I don't dare whichever it is, it's history now. What I can offer you is a chance to grow stronger." Himiko held up a pokeball towards the dragon type, her hand kept level and voice calm, despite the aggressiveness shown. "I'll make you into one of your kind that should be respected, give you a reason to keep going, help you see things you never would have thought of before. You can join me and grow strong, or walk around here and sulk about "what-ifs" and regrets. And we both know that one's far more painful than the other."
The dragon stared at Himiko, its eyes honed in on hers. Yet Himiko refused to back down. The air between them both was tight, with the Rocket narrow her gaze. "If you want to strike me, then do so. I may not know if I'll be able to walk it off, but I know damn sure that you'll be taking what little energy you have left afterwards." Just two arrogant bastards playing chicken with one another. After a few more seconds, the Baxcaliber would walk to Himiko and let out a huff Himiko said nothing, then offered her other hand to slowly allowing her hands to glide around the wounds.
"Bite marks, cuts, protrusions." she said to herself. Her voice remained softly, though she continued looking back to the Pokemon. "I know it hurts. Let me focus your anger. We'll both take what we want from this world."
The Baxcaliber remained quiet, but slowly leaned into the pokeball in Himiko's hand, then disappeared inside.
[attempting catch on baxcaliber]
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