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It's difficult to ignore the fluttering of wings. Too difficult even in busy settings but here? The sound is practically surrounding her, suffocating and heavy.[break][break]

It's vile.[break][break]

Fortunately, a welcome interruption comes in the form of a Grotle, drawn toward them with slow, weighted steps. It stares at them, the Rage Powder beckoning it closer and closer. She stares back, cold indifference settling around her placid smile. The expression looks odd, unsettling, eerie. Her eyes are blank and yet, her lips curl upward. The Grotle merely blinks, more drawn to the woman than her butterfly.[break][break]

Its eyes narrow, then, and she opens her mouth to utter a single thing. "Tobu."[break][break]

The Butterfree knows what's expected of him, understands her battle tactics. She doesn't need to say anything else, instead stepping back to allow the bug type room to work. He is careful in his movements, dancing above the Grotle, out of sight, out of mind. Her eyes are drawn to the Grotle, the eye contact never ceasing. It's easier this way, she muses. Easier to watch the Grotle than the bug. Last thing she needs is to dissolve into a panic down here.[break][break]

Another powder falls from Tobu's fluttering wings, different in color than before. This one is different, a sleeping agent lingering in the molecules. Sleep Powder, one of her favorite attacks. It's painless, effective, and allows them time to move on from the Grotle. Her smile stays as the Grotle's eyes begin to droop, body sinking toward the cold ground of the floor. It begins to snore before fully colliding with the ground, a soft thunk sound echoing throughout the cave.[break][break]

She moves forward, then, plain eyes seeking greater conquests. Tobu follows as she carefully steps over the slumbering Grotle, leaving it to sleep peacefully without much interruption. It'll wake soon and move on from this place, the woman becoming nothing more than a dream.[break][break]

For now, she simply shuffles across the ice, feet graceful and light. Tobu lingers behind her, hesitant and unwilling to take the lead. No, she'll lead them as she always does. Her way is best for both of them. "Another Rage Powder," she whispers, knowing all too well that Tobu springs into the powdery action once more. He follows her blindly and sometimes, she wonders if it's out of loyalty or fear. Perhaps it's better to never find out.[break][break]

notes | passing on Grotle <3

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Another Pokemon comes forth, summoned by the strength of the Rage Powder. An ice type this time and at first, she lights up, purple eyes gaining signs of life. It's snuffed out, however, as she realizes it's another Sealeo. A beautiful creature, pure and majestic, but she has no need for another one. Her Ashika is perfect enough for her to not need to add another. Besides, two Sealeos might become a bit much for the small woman.[break][break]

And so, with a slight waver in her smile, she crouches toward the ice type. "Tobu," she murmurs, teeth slightly gritting around the name. Even if she says it as much as she has been lately, it still burns. It tastes awful on her tongue, bitter and foul. "Sleep Powder." A hand reaches out to stroke the neck of the Sealeo as her Butterfree gets to work, floating higher and higher until he is well above them. Careful to keep the woman out of his movements, he begins, a light powder beginning to flutter down around the Sealeo. Within moments, it is slumbering against the icy floor, skin sliding away from her touch as sleep overtakes its body.[break][break]

A sigh escapes Faye and she rises to her short stature, eyes lingering for a moment before looking ahead toward the rest of the cold cave. "Let's go," she commands with a flick of her haori, the fabric somehow managing to escape her line of sight. They press on, the light flutter of Tobu's wings growing increasingly difficult to handle with each step she takes. After the next, if there even is another Pokemon lurking further in, she will need to decompress from Tobu's suffocating presence. Hm... Some time in the garden might suffice. She finds that after a particularly stressful or heavy day that the smell of lavender always calms her nerve. Perhaps that is why her personal garden is littered with the plant, the pleasant fragrance becoming a staple for the woman. It lingers on her clothes, clinging to her skin, even without a usual spritz of her perfume.[break][break]

As they continue, her thoughts turn away from Tobu and retreat into her garden, happy to run among the flowers for now.[break][break]

notes | passing on Sealeo <3

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This feels like a giant waste of time to the woman, an annoyed sigh filtering through her lips. There hasn't been another glimpse of an ice type since the Sealeo she left sleeping upon the floor. Disappointing. Besides, nothing is more irritating than wasting precious time.[break][break]

Her head inclines toward the exit as she slides to a stop, not even bothering to face the Butterfree. She knows he stops, hears the slight change in the fluttering of his wings. She also knows, painful as it is, that he would never dream of disobeying her. He's too loyal, too keen on her presence. The suffocating thing that he is... Ugh. Honestly, she doesn't know which is worse... Wasting her time or spending too much time with him. Perhaps both.[break][break]

As she moves to drift closer and closer to leaving the icy cavern, something makes her stop.[break][break]

Peculiar, really... She hadn't noticed the presence of another upon first glance but now, there's the feeling of eyes on her. It's unsettling, demanding her attention and yet, that isn't what draws her in. No, it's the melody that seems to echo off the walls. Haunting and beautiful, graceful and morose. A calling to those around, a summoning.[break][break]

She turns and Tobu flutters just out of sight, rotating with her movement. The duo stare, a large figure looming against the ice. At first glance, it's a siren, luring them closer and closer. Her steps are tentative as she follows the need to see more, careful to not disturb the song. As they get within distance, her eyes widen with recognition.[break][break]

A Lapras, regal and beautiful. God, she's wanted one of these since she was a small child! To find one here after turning tail to go home? It has to be fate, right? She can't help the tingle of excitement that surges through her veins or the way her lips curl into the first genuine smile since the last time she had walked these frozen floors.[break][break]

"Tobu," her voice is a low whisper, the intent of not disturbing the Lapras filtering through each word. In her caution, she keeps the disdain for her companion at bay. "Sleep Powder. You are not to harm that Lapras, do you understand?" She knows he does and yet, she asks anyway, if only to make her point abundantly clear. The Butterfree merely offers a firm flap of his wings before dancing into position, finding the top of the cavern once more.[break][break]

Powder falls around the singing creature, the song slowly ebbing into silence. It's almost comical... She hadn't known silence to sound so awful until after it follows such a song. A little pang of guilt resonates in her gut as she steps forward toward the now slumbering Pokemon. "I'm terribly sorry to cut your song short, dear," she murmurs, a hesitant hand reaching out to stroke the side of its blue head. Almost as if sensing her presence, her overwhelming love and appreciation for ice types, the Lapras nuzzles closer toward the warmth of her hand. Without a second thought, the woman unsheathes a pokeball from her belt, all haori sleeves and pale skin. The mechanic ball presses against the spot where her hand had been with the lightest of touches, just enough pressure applied to produce a flash. The Lapras disappears and she waits, purple eyes never leaving the quivering ball in her hand.[break][break]

"Get ready to go," she murmurs, feet slowly beginning to trek toward the exit. Her gaze is downcast, still lingering on the ball in her hand, cold and hard to the touch.[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on lapras please <3

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