Vess, Vee
she/her
eighteen
February 19
Mossdeep City
lesbian asexual
student (private school)
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
[M] Going, going — gone.
POSTED ON Sept 23, 2024 18:43:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","vespabaskerville"] [attr="class","body"] There is a puff to her cheeks as she hears his answer - one that she can resonate in sentiment, too, considering how she'd like to be buried in these lands, too (or, nah, probably more like an ashen burial to the sea or the forests), but there is yet something starkly bewildering, not to say damning about those words in the context they stand here now, all grim and rubble. It makes Vespa frown in the next moment, expressions changing as honestly as her face allows, each expressing the current thought as much as it can. "Yeah ... hopefully 'cause me, too - dying here, one day, with enough years to pass," she remarks in turn at last, though there is still something conflicted on her mind. Her challenge to him - for him to answer all questions she might have had, once she could defeat him in a Pokémon battle - it all falls on more sombre shoulders now, and she isn't quite knowing whether or not she's ready to face whatever reality actually has in store her for.[break] [break] As a distraction more than anything, she looks at the Skarmory on his shoulder, extending a finger - slowly, carefully, trying to give it a bop on the head if the Pokémon would allow it, just as Navy speaks up again, accentuated with the Infernape's smashing of debris as the Falinks Squad are nodding at him with gratitude before scurrying off to their tasks, working in unison as they always do.[break] [break] All this talk makes Vespa restless, too, so she soon finds herself walking off the side, gripping some of the things and sort them to the side, still in earshot of Navy - something conflicted glimpsing on his face - disbelief, agreement - before it vanishes into a smirk. "You? An athlete? What kinda sport would'a do?" It seems like an odd topic to breach when never seems content with leaving, but the young student has always been good at escaping reality. Huffing as she works on stacking some broken-off wall bricks by size, creating some sort of tower, she hums, "well, he's actually a historian, talks with his books and the people in it like they're real and stuff," a snicker escapes her - then a shudder, "it's a little strange sometimes. But he's growing all sorts of things, mostly edible stuff. Sun - my partner, the Grookey - is also helping in the garden." (As much as 'helping' can be, singing to the plants and drumming up a beat on the soil ... it works pretty good, actually.) [break] - 4/5+ posts required.[break] - Aid with the rebuilding of settlements and suchlike in Mossdeep City. [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=".vespabaskerville"]--accent:#57a586;font:12px Poppins;[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville b"]color:var(--accent);font:bold 14px Roboto;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville a"]font:12px Poppins;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville h1"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville h2"]font:14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:.2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville .credit"]width:100px;background-color:#232323;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".vespabaskerville .credit a"]font-size:10px;[/newclass]
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