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Remiel Calcifet

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somebody enjoying her ramblings caught francie off guard. she looks up to remiel, and his smile causes her nerves to scatter. because with his smile rose her own confidence. somehow, in some way, along her journey, she had picked up the nasty habit of relying on other people for her own confidence.[break][break]

never before had a single smile so effortlessly let francie know that she was happily being heard. that somebody wanted to hear, to listen. and not just so they could talk. no, remiel seemed interested in her life.[break][break]

when was the last time somebody had asked about life? really asked? not just filled the empty space, but desired to know?[break][break]

maybe he was broken, but maybe so was she. perhaps he just wanted to be her friend. she sure did wanna be his friend. the possibility had francie's stomach bubbling and all thoughts of if her cuts hurt or not was so far from her she didn't even realize that's what remiel was doing until she tried to move her hand to talk and could, flinching.[break][break]

"oh, uh, sorry." she begins with an apology, then moves her other hand, forgetting why she had move them to begin with and tucking some hair behind her ear awkwardly. "i do miss them. we call a lot, video and regular. we text pretty regularly and even have group chats. it's not the same... i do sometimes go and see them for holidays though."[break][break]

and then the weight of why he was potentially asking caused francie's expression to grow a bit solmen. pity showed in the softness of her eyes, but not in a way that belittled remiel or his potential reasons. instead, it was a look of understanding.[break][break]

"...what about your family, rem?"[break][break]

how do you even ask... are they even alive?[break][break]

"do you miss them, being so far away?" can you even go and see them, being the leagues prisoner?

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BOND BRIDGE FT. John Sullivan

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as john thinks it over, francie's hands are beginning to fold in front of her and softly rub together. a mischevious sort of, "huehuehue," escapes her as she grins after john agrees.[break][break]

standing up straight, she makes her way over toward the tyranitar and leafeon duo with reckless abandon. she's not afraid of the giant and knows, by the way fiona's scowling at her, that the leafeon is likely onto her trying to be sneaky. so to distract her properly, francie has to 'attempt' to do something to the leafeon. which ends up going a little something like francie starting to climb the tyrantiar that isn't even hers.[break][break]

"alright fi! if you're not gonna, ugh," the tyranitar's wiggling beneath her and making it difficult to climb, fiona hisses and tries to scamper away, batting at francie. "if you're not gonna get down here i'm gonna have ta get ya myself!"[break][break]

francie's well aware this will get her soaked as well, but she doesn't much care. as a matter of fact, fiona swats at her once, seemingly too close, and franice takes on the theatric approach of dramatics. she flies backwards from the tyranitar and let's out a pained yell, holding her face. "oh for the love of arceus! my face!!"[break][break]

fiona's deadpanned at francie, knowing good and well from the tone that francie's just being extra. she scoffs and chirps in her throat at the tyranitar to tell it as much, that her trainer is fine, and that the tyranitar doesn't have to feel guilty or at fault for francie being so clumsy.[break][break]

but then those fake cries ... to fiona's leaf ears, they sort of sound like... snickers?

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Elise Calcifet

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an excited laugh leaves francie as tilly ascends. she grips onto elise with one hand and keeps upright with her other and the strength of her legs. she's all muscle, and it's clear in how she keeps hold of all of her giants and rides them without exerting herself too much.[break][break]

tilly is sure to make the ride as smooth as possible, if only because elise is new and francie seemed a little weary, tilly has been able to read francie since first being rescued by her so long ago.[break][break]

once landed, tilly lowers herself with a delighted groan in her chest. francie gives elise's arms a pat before slipping off herself, then holds a hand up for elise to take if she needs the help.[break][break]

ever the gentleman, miss francie myrtle.[break][break]

"hope that wasn't too much." she returns the aerodactyl once elise is dismounted and then pulls two bandanas from her back pocket. "i wasn't sure if you brought one, but this is just in case they throw some gas our way; keep us healthy."

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Cillian Quinn

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"well, unfortunately it's a fight i've gotta pick, and can't reconsider."[break][break]

is it unfortunate? she's not entirely sure, but she does happen to toss out the giant of a pokémon iron thorns to prove that she's being serious. robotic chimes ring through the air. silver plates flex as green eyes glow against the darkness around them. without much thought or fuss, a sandstorm starts to kick up.[break][break]

francie's pulling on a pair of goggles she got from her pockets.[break][break]

"let's goooooo!" francie pep talks herself with a fist in the air.

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FIRE FORCE WITH Shalin Nariya

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thankful she got through, francie let's a soft smile form. her eyes soften as well as she turns most of her attention to those who made it out, getting them as situated as she could and making sure they didn't have any major injuries. those who did, she's sure to help get to the medical staff that show up about that time.[break][break]

from within, her golem and onix have scoured the lower levels. they report back to francie through the exit they created, which prompts francie to look up at the higher levels where she knows her ranger partner to be.[break][break]

"hey shalin, my guys can't see anybody on the lower levels. lemme know if you need some assistance getting out. from what i can tell, and am being told by fire rescue, the building's pretty well done for."[break][break]

she isn't about to tell the girl what to do but at the same time, "ya might wanna like, come out of it before it does that."[break][break]

polite to a point; that's francie.

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Josh Devlin

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as josh commanded the winds via his pokémon, francie called back all but her lycanrocs into her pockets. she waited for the storms to settle before taking her vials over, not realizing that her once red midnight lycanroc, lyonel, was now a blue shiny lycanroc.[break][break]

she began gathering the dust up into vials, smiling.[break][break]

"i wonder what this stuff actually does to pokémon when they're exposed to it in an abundance like this."[break][break]

lincoln, on the other hand, was looking at his brother lyonel like he'd grown another head. a soft whine left him and lyonel snickered before making a sort of 'boo' motion and causing lincoln to scatter over toward francie. he knocked her side, which knocked her right onto her petite little booty.[break][break]

"ow! linc, what the heck dude?" she turned to look at the two, fully expecting to scold them, when she realized lyonel's fur ... was a different color.[break][break]

"holy biscuits!" she pointed at lyonel before clamouring up and over, vials tucked away in pockets in a rush job as she began pulling at his fur. "you're shiny!! what... i don't, hang on."[break][break]

it all began to settle into her head before she was beaming at her lycanroc and he beamed right back.[break][break]

"lookin' good my man!"[break][break]

cue lyonel mocking johnny bravo and pulling off some stances.

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GLIMMORA SWARM

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"Oh wow! Look at these guys!!!" Francie's a bundle of energy as usual, beaming at the cute little things before her. "They're from Paldea! Oh man oh man, I wonder if I can snag one."[break][break]

She hopes she can. They're being cute, just moving around. She sends out her Rhydon at first, using ground time moves to try and get their numbers down. But they just keep growing back and looking at him all like,[break][break]

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"Wow... now I really want one!!" So, she goes ham, and hopefully gets it.

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BARNABY FINCH

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Whatever nerves she had developed during all of their banter were becoming something else entirely. Like a force she can’t control. Something that begins to twist inside her stomach and then seeps lower, lower into a place she rarely allows herself to feel anything.[break][break]

There’s music? She’s so focused on the sound of his breathing and the way his whisper feels against her skin that she isn’t even aware there is music playing.[break][break]

Wholly and completely, she’s distracted and raptured by Barnaby.[break][break]

First by his demand, then by his lips. Educated and far more experienced than her own.[break][break]

Expectations she has held in secret over the time she has known him are exceeded in his kiss. Yet they surprise her in how she explores his body.[break][break]

To her mind, his body should be completely smooth and well toned enough, but there’s more beneath those layers of fabric. Roughed skin, scar tissue, dips and curves that were to be expected with just a little more.[break][break]

No disappointment can be found in her touch. Only acceptance.[break][break]

Although she wants to ask what they’re from, she instead finds herself sucking in a small gasp through her nose as the moment becomes a whirlwind within her body.[break][break]

As requested, her hands undo the buttons of his shirt.[break][break]

Wildly her pulse beats. Like she’s building momentum to launch into space. To free fall back to earth, back to reality.[break][break]

But this is reality and he gives her no escape.[break][break]

She has nowhere to run; yet she’s never felt more free in her life.[break][break]

Eager hands are finished with his wish. Delicate fingers take hold of newly exposed skin, one around the nape of his neck and the other on his hip.

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MAKE IT DOUBLE FT. Cillian Quinn

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[break]

Francie slides to a stop when she sees a head of blonde before her. It's chaos around her. She's on her way to meet with somebody who will end up being Remiel Calcifet to help protect the cave. For the time being, she's unaware. All she knows is to report back to the mouth of the cave.[break][break]

But there's somebody blocking her path. All she needs to do is get to the other side. If she can avoid a battle, she'd like to.[break][break]

"You wouldn't happen to be willing to let me get to the other side and to the entrance of the cave, uh, would ya?"[break][break]

The way she asks is laced with a smirk, but she's already fingering at Norman's ball, ready to throw the minior out if she needs to.

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FERNANDO SILPH

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Just a few days previous, Francie had helped to destroy a threat. People had been crowned royalty. It was made blindingly clear that they weren't going to end up leaving anytime soon, but she had to ask.[break][break]

While she could have gone to illeana reyes herself, she decided to speak to FERNANDO SILPH about it instead. After all, illeana reyes was busy researching how to get out. But at the same time, Francie just wanted to know... how could she help the most?[break][break]

Approaching where Fernando was supposed to be staying. She was a little roughed up, wearing some clothes given to her by the people there; which what a joke. Francie was a lot of things but a girl who wore dresses was not it. Summer rompers that looked like dresses? Totally. Skirts with shorts? One hundred percent. Frilly dresses?[break][break]

So there she was knocking on his door gently and wearing a pair of overalls and some kind of shirt she'd torn the sleeves off of because they were poofy and itchy and made her want to die.

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GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SWORD

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The moment the hyper beam hits and the galarian zapdos falls, Francie feels her chest ache a bit. Yes, she’s a hero. Yes, she had to fell a legendary… but luckily for her, it was in fact the fragments that caused the zapdos to fall, not her hyper beam. Instead, she likely laid the beast to rest.[break][break]

A truth she is far more likely to accept than being a legendary slayer.[break][break]
Trying to figure out what was happening was quite the doozy. She hadn’t been able to figure out much other than, as FERNANDO SILPH reassured her, there would be no going home until the prophecy was completely figured out.[break][break]
Which led her into quite the predicament. What was she supposed to do with herself now?[break][break]

Determining to keep herself as busy as possible, she became a sort of jack of all trades at first. But where she found her real passion was going into that chasm of darkness and poison and taking out whatever gigantic pokémon came their way.[break][break]

Francie easily transitioned from legendary slayer to a gigantimax warrior, including making herself a weapon to use.[break][break]

Her plunges into the depths were a constant. Her way of trying to do her part and also pointedly ignore that she was torn away from everything she loved. Her family? Grown and old. Her parents? Likely passed on, namely her mother.[break][break]

Over the years, battle after battle, Francie honed her skills both with her rock pokémon and with her own warrior skills. The shards they’d collected during the recent run in with necrozma she had fashioned into a for herself. By none other than Gwyar Wledig himself, a man who was making quite the living off of creating these weapons of mass destruction. Her fancy was to make it like that of a baseball bat, but from hell. When struck in the ground with great force, she could even summon a powerful stone edge.[break][break]

FERNANDO SILPH played a great role in helping her to solidify herself into whatever role she needed to fill in the memory. Because he had a theory that they could get back, that ‘aging’ here was more a product of habitual memory coming to the surface than actual time passing. Which made sense to her.[break][break]

Because sometimes, these events felt like a blink of an eye. Like, did she actually defeat those creatures? Sometimes it felt so real, other times it felt … wrong, or different? Maybe even a little strange.[break][break]

Even more convincing was her current status as an individual, and who it was to blame that she was no longer ‘single as a Pringle’ as she usually said.[break][break]

For the moment, she sits watching the people. Her bat is strapped to her back as she watches the people moving about. She’s just come back from a raid, scratches and bruises a show for it on her arms and cheeks. It’s never easy and she always takes most hits.[break][break]

After all, as she once told freya morningstar, she’s always been a tank. And as she once told Remiel Calcifet, don’t fix what ain’t broke.[break][break]

She glances toward the sun, standing up from her spot. Her legs begin to carry. Her in a near skip down the small formation she’s on. She makes her way down completely and walks toward a nearby restaurant, where she awaits to have a nice lunch with FERNANDO SILPH on his break from the observatory.[break][break]

Which reminds her that she’ll have to thank priam conrad for the break.

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