she/her
27
December 12
Anistar City, Kalos
Bisexual
Blacksmith, bladesmith
Associate
A keen mind cuts deeper than even the sharpest sword.
TAG WITH @aurelie
Aurelie Lefevre
Commiseration [Skirmish]
POSTED ON Oct 7, 2024 22:05:12 GMT
[attr="class","aurelie-lyrics"]He who bestows compassion communicates his own soul. [attr="class","border"]
Aurelie didn't know why she kept being surprised that no two members of Rocket leadership—well, no two humans in general, really, but especially no two Rocket leaders—ever acted quite the same. Some were formal and brusque, some were warm and personable, some were scary and dangerous, and some were even friendly and relatable. She should've known by now not to try predicting anything.
And yet, it still surprised her when the Beast offered a pleasant, easygoing smile and told her to address him by name, rather than title. He even complimented the knives she'd made for Cillian! Aurelie blinked in startlement, almost confused by how...normal he seemed.
"Right, then. Temp," she repeated, trying to match his easygoing smile with one of her own. "And you can call me Aurelie, of course. It's so nice to meet you."
Did I already say that to him? she wondered, flushing involuntarily. I can't even remember from five minutes ago. At least, I didn't blurt out something idiotic like 'Wow... You seem so different from Underboss Quinn' without thinking, though.'
"And yeah, it seems like it should be a straightforward task," she agreed, turning slightly and walking in the direction he'd indicated they should start scouting around the ravaged route. "But then, well..."
Letting out a long, gusty sigh, the redhead paused for a moment to draw a knife from her hip sheath and checked to make sure her Pokeballs were also in easy reach. "I mean, I thought that day at Sootopolis would be nice and quick too. Finishing up my work, giving a fancy sword to a Pokemon king, and then treating myself to pastries and ice cream.
"But instead..." She flashed a wry, humorless little smile at Temp. "Well, you were there, weren't you? It…wasn't nice. Or quick. Or happy."
She squared her shoulders as she looked from side to side, watching out for strange movements in the underbrush or along the path. Anything to signal that someone might be walking toward them or even following them. Her voice softened.
"Let's hope for the best. But..." Aurelie's grip tightened on the handle of her knife. "Let's be ready for the worst, too. Just in case."
Total MP Count
- 50 MP: have your character recall a past thread or event that they have participated in or not (link the thread).
- 50 MP: reference (tag) another character that is not in your thread in a meaningful way.
- 20 MP: total number of posts
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