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thais

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messaging kris flynn-edwards

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hey flynn

i hope you gave me the right number lmao

if your name aint flynn then just ignore this text

unless you're a cute girl in which case: hey babe

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TYPE YOUR MESSAGE...

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PHARAOH LEAP CREATES

"Crashing's part of the fun," said Thais with an unashamed shrug, as if she wasn't sitting on the shore with a bloodied brow and a swollen ankle. She'd always had a daredevil streak, a burning longing for a life more wild and intense than the one she lived. What the woman lacked in professional ambition, she made up for it in a sheer enthusiasm to live life to its very fullest. Sailor, treasure hunter, shiphand - it didn't matter what you called her. Thais Flores had always been a collector of experiences, first and foremost.

The playful look in Flynn's eye was stamped out as quickly as it came. She'd hit a nerve. The man clammed up again, which gave Thais the greatest urge to poke and prod him again - teasing people was one of her favorite past-times, just behind bar-hopping and deep-sea diving. She filed the mischievous thought away for later, instead focusing on trying to get herself up off the sand without putting too much weight on her busted ankle. Just a Flynn was about to help her, a crunching sound rang out.

Thais looked up to find a Macargo chomping down on Flynn's little campfire. She laughed - stupid snail - but Flynn and his Pokémon had already jumped into action with terrifying precision. "Damn, it was just looking for a snack," snickered Thais after Flynn had chucked the Pokéball at it. "No need to go all hyper attack force on the poor bugger." Nevertheless, she'd rather the Macargo be safely tucked away inside of a Pokéball than crawling next to them. The cast around her ankle didn't look very fire-proof, and Thais had enough brushes with death for today.

With Flynn's aid, Thais hobbled over to the campfire, leaning into his shoulder. She bent her knee, keeping her injured foot off of the ground. With a little bit of maneuvering, she managed to sit down on a small rock in front of the fire, close enough to enjoy its warmth. "Thanks," said the sailor, warming her hands and feet by the flames. While Hoenn never got very cold, not even during winter-time, it was prone to sudden shifts in weather: long grey clouds now stretched across the sky, throwing the once-pleasant day into an overcast lull. Thais fixed her amber eyes on the sea, surveying the tide. There was a chance it'd rain soon.

Underwater, Riptide was happily befriending Niles. He swam circles around her, so she did the same, two Sharpedo playing like baby Pitbulls. It wasn't often that Riptide got the chance to play with others of her species - wild Sharpedo tended to be elusive and evasive, while most Trainer-raised ones were needlessly aggressive. Riptide chanced an Aqua Jet in Niles' direction, attempting to speed right at him and pull away at the last moment. And although she was content at playing with him, something caught her eye. Crawling on a sandbank a couple feet below them was a Krabby. It waved its claws at Riptide, bubbling angrily from its mouth. Riptide's eyes glowed. She swam down and aimed a Crunch at the Krabby, catching it in her jaws.

The Krabby wasn't happy at all. It waved its claws around as Riptide played with it, showing it off to her fellow Sharpedo companion. Riptide swam back to the surface, poking her head above the waves to spot where Thais and Flynn had gone. She swam in direction of the makeshift camp. Then, like a dog wanting to play fetch, she spat out the Krabby at Thais' feet.

"Oh Kyogre, Riptide," complained Thais, rolling her eyes. The Krabby sand in a puddle of water and shark drool, looking rather dazed. "What did I tell you? We play fetch with rocks and sticks. Not living things." She stuck a hand into her utility belt - thankfully, it hadn't come off during her waterlogged adventure - and felt around for something. Thais produced an empty Pokéball and lobbed it at the Krabby. "I feel like it probably deserves a trip to the Pokémon Center after that," she muttered, shooting a pointed glance at her Sharpedo. Riptide bubbled defiantly, full of attitude, then disappeared back underwater to go play with Niles.

"I lied. I ain't a treasure hunter, not an official one. I actually work for the S.S. Tidal," said Thais, gesturing in the general direction of Lilycove City. "That big ship that does the Lily-Slateport route, you know the one. I'm part of the crew," she said as she prodded the fire with a twig, a small smile finding its way to her lips. "It's not much, but it's honest work. Hehe. Maybe one day I'll have my own ship or something. Dunno yet." The sailor looked up, raising an eyebrow at Flynn. "What do you do? You some kind of... lifeguard or somethin'?" With the twig, she motioned at him and his... lack of a shirt. "Don't you get cold swimming everywhere with your tiddies out like that?"

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thais tries to catch the krabby!

Thais was fucking amazing at soccer. Or so she was convinced. Growing up in a place like Pacifidlog meant you didn't get many chances to play on open fields - or any long, level stretch of terrain, really - so her skills might have been a little, well, lacking. You wouldn't hear that from her, though. The sailor ran alongside the Cinderace and other Fire-types, a wicked grin stretched across her face. Her Totodile clung onto her shoulders for dear life, seeming to instantly regret the decision of tagging along to this Fiery Path.

"Pass it to me, pass it to me!" Thais skid to a stop, her boots kicking up a wave of gravel. One of the Cinderace looked at her with disdain, and then dribbled her as easily as Neymar. "Oi!" she cried out, shooting after the Cinderace. These rabbits... they were hella fast. Thankfully, she had pretty long legs. The rabbit which had duped her continued forward, advancing towards the goal. Thais poured her last bit of stamina and overcame it, twisting around. She decided then and there to pull off a slide, feet first, aiming to snipe the ball from the Cinderace's feet. But she undershot - the sailor slid and crashed right into the Cinderace, limbs flying everywhere, her poor Totodile flung to the other side of the room. A chatter erupted amongst the spectating rabbits: foul! Foul! Red card!

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She couldn't understand why this dude was looking at her like she'd just shit on his lawn. Like this whole shoreline was his and she'd tainted it by flopping her dumb, bloodied ass on the sand. Thais squinted, pushing out her bottom lip. "Aw, fuck. Thought I'd finally made it to Johto," she said, only half-sarcastically, running a hand through her dark hair, brushing sand out. "Oh, you know, the usual. Seafaring. Exploring new lands. Looking for ocean treasure." She made a face as she pulled a lock of seaweed from her hair, and tossed it aside. "And Sharpedo surfing, of course." Thais flashed him a toothy grin. "I see you got one too. That's pretty dope."

Thais nodded at the shoreline, where the two Sharpedo swam. Riptide's eyes widened when Niles swam near, bristling when the other Sharpedo booped her with his nose. She was an older specimen, her rough skin scored with old scars, her fins nicked here and there. She turned a terrifying red eye onto Niles, rumbling quietly. A moment passed, two, three, and then she swam forward and booped him back. Riptide was scary-looking, but in a playful, Rottweiler-with-a-squeaky-toy sort of way. The Sharpedo purred like a well-oiled engine and swam towards the sea. Her trainer was in the company of another human, so she'd be safe for now.

"Flynn? You don't really look like a Flynn. You kind of look like a... I dunno. A Christopher, or maybe a Matt." At this point, Thais was just testing the limits of her brooding savior. He seemed like the kind of guy to take everything seriously, and to Thais - who was the polar opposite - found those kind of people hilarious. She widened her eyes as his Mightyena neared, not to rip her throat out, only to nudge her softly. "Oh. Hi, doggy," said the sailor, petting Blue a little awkwardly. Ever since her uncle's Electrike had bit her when she was seven, Thais was always wary around four-legged Pokémon with chompers. "Nice crew ya got here."

"Mine's out there - Riptide. Picked that name out when I was thirteen." Thais gestured broadly towards the ocean, knowing Riptide wouldn't stray. "Anyway, when I say thanks, I mean it. Dunno how long it would've taken for me to get home with my foot like this." She poked the thick, spongy cast. "Um, I don't wanna abuse your kindness, but do you think you could like..." She paused. "Uh, help me stand up?"

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-- threads

winter

you're washed up, babe (w/ flynn at route 124)
harbor at sunset (w/ chloe at slateport harbor)
deep shades of coral (w/ daveigh at route 129)
shark smile (w/ skyler at lilycove)

other

text thread with flynn

"That was a joke, man. Don't ya have a sense of humor?" wheezed Thais as she pulled her knee up to her chest, wincing deeply in pain at the slightest shift in her ankle. She would have been passably content at rolling around in the sand for a few minutes longer, wailing and lamenting her fucked-up ankle, but Flynn had other plans. The sailor hardly noticed him crouching down beside her, nor his scary-looking Mightyena trotting up like a retriever with game in its jaws. Really, she only noticed when he touched her leg; acknowledgement came in the form of a sharp hiss of pain. "Be gentle, big guy," said Thais in a coy tone, despite her situation. Fuck. Even when she was in pain she couldn't pass up the chance to take the piss out of things. At least it got her mind off of her grapefruit-sized ankle.

The antiseptic sure did sting like a bitch, which Thais made sure to proclaim loudly to Flynn. Her ankle seemed to have gotten caught in something during the quote-on-quote shipwreck; it was deeply bruised, if not strained all together, and long, shallow gashes scored her flesh. Thais quit her complaining long enough to let the Larvesta do its thing, which, actually, made it feel a lot better. Now that her foot wasn't flapping about like a Seel's flipper, the pain level had started to become manageable. Her fingers gingerly reached down and felt the makeshift cast, expecting searing pain but finding only a dull throb. That alone was a relief.

Head clearer now, Thais decided to steal a glance at her so-called savior. Carefully, the sailor propped herself up on her elbows and turned her amber eyes on Flynn. A puzzled expression flashed across her face. "Huh. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before..." she murmured, raising an eyebrow. Despite Flynn's stony demeanor, there was a strange familiarity in his features that made Thais like him. Oh, well, the fact that he'd helped her out earned him some points too. "Thanks, Prince Charming," she said, wiping sand off of her cheek, winking cheekily at him. "I'm Thais. Nice to meet ya. So, uh, where are we?" She seemed to casually ignore the fact that she was still sitting in the sand, nursing her busted ankle, looking like an absolute mess.

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