"it's a shame, isn't it?" [break][break]

she asks with such a sing-song tone. though the dangers of it keeping everything in isn't lost to her, being one to be fearful of the future isn't exactly in her character. she'd rather poke fun at it. if she poked it, would she feel a hard surface, she wonders? or would she be repelled back, and would there be a way to escape it? [break][break]

and if there's a plan to thwart the meteor, how would people get on it, if they can't escape from hoenn? [break][break]

she'll question it all she wants - it's nearing the final days, after all. so she hums in thought, cracking open an artificially coloured eye to gaze upwards. "a shame that i can't leave the region~. i even had plans to go out to visit another." she didn't, but what's a little white lie gonna do? [break][break]

her hatterene glances to the side, catching the gaze of a delcatty who ariadne seems to perk up at the sight of. with that, the psychic witch sighs, and swings a PSYCHO CUT at the unsuspecting cat, before a pokeball is thrown by the same psychic pokemon.

Asahiko Hakuryuu [break]
cmere delcatty

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an amused hum buzzes between her lips. finding someone who was a criminal, who was still willing to start a family, or settle, regardless of their activity? surely, people in their field would scoff at the idea of being tied down like this - or people with normal livelihoods would be appalled by her work. usually, there's no in between. [break][break]

"i dunno," she starts, hanging her head back over to have locks of silver fall to her waist "... i wouldn't say there are a lotta guys who'd be like that." save for one person she knows, it's always people who have no where else to go finding their ways in rocket. or sitting in a cell. [break][break]

".. well, there's also you." she chuckles, letting out a soft sigh as the embers warm her neck and chin. the woman's eyes open to give a bright gaze from the corner of her eyes. "i'd say i'm pretty lucky to have met you~"[break][break]

she'll say it with a teasing or playful tone, but there's genuine truth under the flighty tone.

Inigo del Rosario

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there'd be a film of white over her iris if it weren't for the brightly coloured contact lens. [break][break]

so when she opens her eyes, she's giving a small smile of brightly coloured plum. "it's nice to meet you, asahiko~" it's such a mouthful, but she'll figure the name out. it's a slightly.. odd? name as well, not like she could speak. [break][break]

it certainly wasn't hoenn native. [break][break]

the two pokemon pass by, but she doesn't give them too. much attention. rather, her hatterene gives them a dirty little glare before she glances back to the taller man. she wouldn't have, but aria's in desperate need to maintain some sort of eye contact. god forbid she stares somewhere else by accident. [break][break]

"she'll live~" her hand raises to gently pat the back of the witch, who groans softly as he's given a faux reassurance. "though if there's any tiredness, i'd say it's from the heat." her hand points upwards, towards the dome encasing the region. "possibly the fault of this thing, here?~"

Asahiko Hakuryuu [break]
skipping

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live and let live. [break][break]

it's doesn't make her feel any less petty, but it's kept her from being swallowed up by her own grief and spite. she'd have too little energy for too many people by then. it's energy she'd rather not waste. "aw," she starts, blowing a soft whistle as she faces towards the embers of the fire. she can't see it, but at least she's sensitive to temperature. does it burn as brightly as it feels? [break][break]

it burns as strongly as a man's spite, no matter how much water he's thrown over the fire. one day he's going to pick up a bucket of gasoline; the bite in his tone says it all, in the midst of the soft grumble when the sentiment of revenge isn't shared. [break][break]

"i appreciate it anyways, ku'uipo~" it's still endearing, in some way - and it just means he cares, and just means he's passionate - and ariadne knows that there's nothing inherently wrong with that. she's no saint, and will consider dishing out due karma. [break][break]

she just has no energy for it. [break][break]

then she sighs, tilting her head to the sky as artificial lens gaze up at the stars. they're fixated on nothing in particular, though. "but," her hands are lowered to rest against the log, with her leaning her rear back so she can hold herself up, and lightly cross one leg over the other with a leisurely hum. [break][break]

"i'd rather build my own family to wash out the bad family--" she raises her hand, and speaks with air quotes "--out of my mouth. one day, maybe." [break][break]

but that's "if people will be, y'know, alright with dealing with me and the fact i'm pretty much a criminal~" she sighs and chuckles - it's making light of a situation that'd otherwise be pretty sad. "not many guys into women who deal with shady shit, i don't think~"

Inigo del Rosario

☉

oh, inigo. [break][break]

"i've given up on closure." she still wears a smile, her eyes open, even if she can't see a thing. at least, she's looking up, and maybe making eye contact. using your arm to guide your gaze usually helps. "trust me, i think they'd deserve it, too~" she says such a morbid thing with such a carefree smile, raising her other hand to gently press her fingers against her lips to stifle a chuckle. [break][break]

hen she pats again, with a casual hum escaping her lips. "honestly, i got all my closure when they just.. dropped me off." there's a softening of her tone, and her empty gaze when she lowers her eyes, instinctively, this time. then the smile tapers off. "i still hope they feel bad for doing that." she's spiteful, but she won't pursue it. not when she's the only one involved. [break][break]

it doesn't make it hurt less. [break][break]

not when her other hand starts instinctively holding itself a bit more firmly, and as she takes a slightly, shaky breath. "i mean, it was just a few days before i completely lost my vision." so she saw it, and the image of a man and woman turning their backs was so vivid to her. "so it doesn't matter." her breath is getting more shaky, and now she's pulling her hand away from his head. [break][break]

ah, she's trying her best. [break][break]

"i got my closure by watching, so it doesn't matter." too much. she's over it, and she really is. she just doesn't like that image engraved in her mind.

Inigo del Rosario

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she's lying through her teeth (lying to herself). it makes it easier to grit and bear with it when she does, but the genuine skepticism coming from him is poking holes to let the feelings seep through. she can't see the frustration on his face, and she can't see a man shake his head in frustration, listening to her circumstances, but she can feel the irritation in her stead - and it's familiar. it's like back when skull found her battered back then. [break][break]

of course she knows it was fucked. of course she knows it was messed up; but just knowing doesn't change anything. it's put her in the position of knowing, and not being able to do anything. though if you put her in front of the family now, she'll only laugh and shrug, and carry on with her day (she likes to think that she's passed them on the streets, but they never took the chance to apologize. something about that makes her more spiteful, but she'll bite her tongue). [break][break]

this time she sits herself up, and debates - then decides against pulling the hatterene out as to spare her the bad vibes. so instead, her ears perk a little at his voice, and she's taking a moment to try and get a brief idea to where he is. sadly, she's no pokemon, so she can only find herself feeling the air, and walking along cautiously, until she finds the wood he has his back leaned on. then she uses it to guide her over, closer, until she reaches out to brush her finger tips along his arm with a sigh. [break][break]

then her hand raises up, higher, until it can rest itself atop of his head in a quick pat. [break][break]

"well, yeah. it does bother me." how could it not? "but at this rate, you're gonna have a vendetta that's stronger than mine~"

Inigo del Rosario

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"is that a problem?"[break][break]

she's asking with such a sing-song voice, ad it's times like these where she'll thank arceus that she's blind? because then it gives her an excuse to be touchy, under the guise of needing to be able to get a feel for her surroundings. of course, most of the time it's all a pre-tense - the polite ones never try to push her away. [break][break]

"don't'chu worry about a thing~" they're supposed to be acting like a couple as a distraction, after all, while their pokemon came through the back to get work done. "i can't see the looks on their faces when they find out they've been robbed blind, so i need to find a way to enjoy myself~" [break][break]

and she'll stay like that until they reach the store, her pokemon all ready to rob them blind.

Dal-yong Nam

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she's starting to regret asking for more, because it all sounds so complicated. even with the hatterene as her eyes, she can't make it out too clearly, if only because the limited link between a psychic pokemon can never replace actual eyesight. still, it's clear enough for her to get an idea, or an inkling, of what he was on about. [break][break]

"so it'd be possible in theory, but technology is the main limitation?" that's what she gets from that, that's her understanding. but at the very least.. it does look like she'd be able to see through the glasses. her medical understanding isn't exactly the best, though. ariadne has never studied this. [break][break]

"so it's.. basically a camera trying to send me a live feed or video of what it sees, into my brain, so it can simulate sight?" ariadne is doing her best to wrap her head around a complex concept, though she doesn't know if she's getting it right. in the end, it doesn't really matter - so long as she can start to see again. [break][break]

she hums, resting her cheek against a closed fist "it sounds like i'd need surgery for the implant, and i'd need to come in for regular check ups to make sure that things are in working order?" it's a relatively new concept, and she imagines this isn't something that is often put into practice - she'll trust that he has doctors at the ready, but even she knows that his company doesn't specialize in medical technology.

Leonidas Stone

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a musharna is tired, floating idly along the path. [break][break]

it's such a shame that it enters the hatterene's vision, and a gentle nudge of the woman prompts her to throw the pokeball at it once again - quite violently, might she add. it's this display that makes a woman hum in amusement, seeing that she can practically feel the fatigue radiating off the poor witch.[break][break]

she can't exactly turn her gaze down to the piplup, so instead she hums, feeling for her bag and opening it up, reaching around for a pokeball that sits in it. then she passes it to the hatterene, who holds it in her tendril. [break][break]

"she sounds and looks like it, but again, that's never a bad thing. maybe i should let out my sobble to learn a thing or two~" she half jests, because she knows that the sobble will start to cry the moment it sees another pokemon. [break][break]

"oh!" but she's getting a bit ahead of herself. and when she realizes, she wears a bright smile to her lips, her hand held out in front of her with an open palm "i don't think i've introduced myself?" and with a tilt of her head, she prays that she's holding her hand out in the right direction "my name is ariadne, but just ari or aria's fine~"[break][break]

and yes, she is holding the hand a little bit at an angle to him.

Asahiko Hakuryuu [break]
catching musharna

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and he gets more frustrated with every passing moment. she can feel it in the air; she can feel the frustration, and the vibe coming from him, although maybe she doesn't need to be able to feel the air so well when she already has an idea of the kind of person he is. so family-oriented, so close to his tight knit family. [break][break]

honestly, there's envy when she thinks about it. he cant fathom a family abandoning their child, and she can't imagine a family that wouldn't abandon her. she's already had it happen twice. it's not a lot of times, but it's weird that it's happened that many times. at some point, she's thought 'i'm the problem', only to grit her teeth. [break][break]

'blood runs thicker than water' is what she's heard, before, though she doesn't quite remember from who. she just knows that hearing it makes her upset, or makes something behind the white eyes burn. "mm.. i'll beg to differ~" it certainly didn't run thicker to her. [break][break]

"i'm sure my hypothetical sibling turned out okay." she hums, a deep breath of air enters her lungs. "after all, my parents abandoned me, but" she pauses, and has to mask the soft hiccup in her voice, thinking back on it, with a soft giggle "they're actually pretty good parents."[break][break]

"promise." an overcast of silence falls over her afterwards, and the uncharacteristic silence lingers, and the smile slowly drops. "the past is the past. it doesn't bother me that much."

Inigo del Rosario

☉

"she sounds really energetic, though~" and although she could try to see it, the hatterene is desperately trying to make sure that she doesn't see it, lest her vibes be thrown off. there's something endearing about all that energy. "and energetic isn't a bad thing. wouldn't you agree?~" she gently nudges at the hatterene, who only groans, softly, in response. [break][break]

a wobbuffet comes by, casually waddling about, and in an attempt to let off some steam (doubtlessly from how janked she feels), the witch throws a psycho cut at the pokemon, and throws a pokeball at it immediately afterwards - which prompts the trainer to nudge her with her elbow, again, but this time a bit more aggressively. [break][break]

"cuter than this one, here, whose mood falls with the drop of a hat~"

Asahiko Hakuryuu [break]
catching wobbuffet

☉

oh?[break][break]

he sounds angry. well, it doesn't surprise her - most people get angry when they hear about what happened to her. she can count how many people in skull got angry on her behalf, when they find out how she made her way over to their base, and when they found the poor girl who could barely see her hand crying, knowing she was abandoned. but ariadne isn't that same girl anymore, and can only smile - with the same toxic bite it always had. [break][break]

maybe if she weren't blind, she'd turn out differently. she wouldn't turn to crime, and would have been able to live out a normal, pleasant upbringing with her family. she would have been able to see, for starters. she wouldn't have to worry about the looks on people's faces, and the pity, or the disgust that comes with her condition.[break][break]

the anger in her stead is a little endearing, in its own, twisted way. she appreciates it, even if she only hums in amusement. [break][break]

"eh~.." she trails off, the sand is dropped and instead she clasps her hands together, fingers twined. "if i had any, it'd probably be after i was dumped." she's humming, although her hands hold tighter "... i'd say nine years younger than me, at least? they left me, there, around that time."

Inigo del Rosario

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