Kinnick meets the Glaceon’s eyes with a look that’s all springtime thunderstorms, rampant energy obvious in the reflective basalt of her irises. She senses a challenge, and is ready to rumble--

--then the frozen feline’s trainer interrupts and Kinnick grumbles low in her chest. She, too, averts her gaze, looking out to sea.

“S-same,” CJ says, taking a step toward the stranger. They’re here for the same thing, so there’s a kinship there, whether intentional or not. Plus, it really is just nice to not be all alone staring down the barrel of a gun, if the gun was 64 sharks in a kiddie pool.

“Oh, god, no,” CJ laughs, a nervous trickle of a thing that belies their overall anxiety at the situation, “I’m terrified of sharks. Just standing here makes me want to pee my pants. I’m just-- trying to come up with an idea, I guess.” They tug at their braid, voice lilting up into part sarcasm, part faux-hope. “You wouldn’t happen to have any that you’d mind sharing, would you?”

ryuuzaki amemiya

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CJ leaned in to peer at the phone, hoping to offer more polite words of praise; what came out, however, when their mouth split open like the fractious earth was, “Holy shit, that’s a huuuuuge Jolteon.”

Kinnick mow’d in protest, wanting to assert her dominance as the best Jolteon that ever was. CJ scratched her head absently, not even noticing when she’d moved away-- probably to find more wild Pokemon to torment.

Josh explained the situation and CJ wanted to comfort the guy. “Hey, don’t give up hope,” they said, gesturing vaguely at the space between, “even if I don’t think the League’s plan holds water, we literally live in a world with magic. There’s no way that meteor hits.” Even if they had to take every Tyranitar on the planet and zap it with hyper beam in orbit.

“Kinnick came from a breeder, too, but she was an Eevee, and she bit her first owner, so they relinquished her at the Daycare where J-- where my friend worked.” The slip was a press of lips and well covered, a body hidden in a cement pyle. “She and I hit it off, though, so she came to me and we’ve been partners ever since.”

There was an off-screen zapping noise and then the sound of little, interspersed meows, like the little hums a cat makes as it’s walking very fast, a beat with each footstep. Kinnick padded back up to CJ with a Mudkip in her mouth, dropping the KO’d creature at her trainers feet. “Hoenn doesn’t get much cold, even in winter,” CJ cautioned, pressing a Pokeball to the Mudkip’s orange cheek, “not like where I’m from.”

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