They/Them
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May 14th
Ecruteak City
Pansexual
Rocket Grunt
Illusory Thief
Fox tails hidden under wedding dresses
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Makoto Kurumi
There's a second, as Makoto considers Ameena's words - the way their gaze flits over her expression is quick, but it otherwise makes no attempt to hide the fact that they're attempting to read her. With how Rocket can be, they feel as though it's one thing to speak honestly of howard slayte's condition to a truly concerned ally, and another to speak of it to a scavenger seeking weakness.
A moment passes, and Makoto exhales. "N-no, you... I'm concerned for him, too." They confess in agreement. "He's not in the best shape; not that I blame him. A lot's happened." Between Dewford, and Petalburg... They're impressed that he's still standing at all.
They remembered the days spent sitting at his bedside, in the hospital, after Dewford. Keeping him company, having their pokemon help ease his pain and let him sleep in any way they could. It had almost looked like a deathbed, sometimes - be it the way the bandages around him had made him appear mummified, or for simply how extensive those injuries still appeared even after the doctors had okayed for them to be taken off.
They wondered if he had truly died, in some way, on that bed. "... I don't think there's a lot we can do to stop him from continuing to move forward. But I'll continue to support him where I can." Cause they were his ever-loyal illusionist, and he was their friend.
There it was again, Erebus noted. A flicker. From another angle this time, though. The Deoxys' eyes narrowed... Before its mind reached out, to brush against Makoto's and Ameena's own minds.
We are not alone. A sentiment expressed not in words, but in concepts and feelings. An unease, the feelings of being watched - as well as a brief sharing of its own senses, the sensation of something flickering at the edges of one's awareness.
After a bend in the tunnel, is a straightforward stretch before it once more curves - but towards the far end of this straight shot, are curls of pink mist that seems to seep from the crystals in the walls.
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