illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
savior [m]
POSTED ON Jun 1, 2020 1:35:09 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"]a hum, a glance over, a brief nod. kaida's okay, the rhyhorn is safely tucked in a pokeball, and her mind is slowly slipping further into that soft sense of ease. dread no longer knots at her stomach, pulling and twisting and wrenching until she's nauseous. it subsides in gentle waves until there's nothing more than the faint nose crinkle at the sight of dried blood on the cavern floor. "i'm glad," she breathes after a moment, after a pause that might have lasted too long. her head tilts at the plan. bring the rhyhorn to the rangers, allow them to oversee the rehabilitation it needs, and then release it into an area it can thrive in again. realistically it sounds good, perhaps better than any other alternative she could even think to conjure up. maybe that's why her lips curl into a relieved smile or why her body relaxes enough to almost look comfortable. even the bandages, slightly coated with a thin layer of dirt, feel less aggravating, less suffocating. a weight lifts away and beneath it, illeana reyes seems to almost come to life again. it's not enough, not complete, but it's something. "between you and the rangers," she begins, deus moving to gingerly offer a large hand to her once more. back to her previous perch, back to being carried as if she's made of porcelain and noticeable cracks. perhaps she is but that's neither here nor there. "the rhyhorn is in excellent hands. thank you, again, kaida." and oh man does she mean every word, every syllable as grateful and genuine as she could possibly convey. the hint of a light, definitely amused, giggle escapes at the rushed bow. it's both warm and funny to see someone actually return such a gesture. she's gotten odd looks from it before, been called a princess just for a silly gesture, but this somehow makes it worth it. her smile is wider now, almost bright against the darkness of the cave. "it's no problem at all! you were the best partner a girl could ask for," it's fond, slightly teasing even. despite the tension earlier, things worked out and maybe even a sort of understanding rose between the rubble. munin returns seemingly as quickly as it had gone and only seems to cement the relief further in their minds. her gaze flitters between pokemon and trainer for a moment before stepping closer to the extended clay hand, finally returning to the perch of deus' shoulder. once she's settled against muted colors of clay does she lean down, careful to not teeter too far forward. "i think so," she murmurs. should she do something else? is there anything even left to be done? well... maybe the report? somehow, paperwork sounds infinitely worse than climbing into the fluffy blankets of her bed. "heading home sounds like the best option." a pause, an uncertain fidget. "if you get any updates on the rhyhorn after you leave it with the rangers, just give me a call!" both trainer and automaton wiggle their fingers in a wave of parting, slowly rotating to head back toward the way they had originally come from in the beginning. [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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