they're walking and she notices a sleeping koala pokemon. [break][break]

and hell, if she didn't know about the pokemon in particular, she'd think it were dead. still, it seems to.. actually be fast asleep, so who is she to pass up on the opportunity? she chucks a pokeball at it, casually, in passing, and in its sleep. she hopes that it's having some good dreams. [break][break]

and her attention is back on a man, and there he goes again trying to poke fun. while he's smiling and seemingly amused with keeping information from her, she maintains a generally deadpan expression as a sigh escapes her lips. "i suppose not. it's still a shame."[break][break]

then she glances back to the road, taking a couple of steps ahead. ".. actually." she sighs, reaching her arms up into a stretch "i think i do have an idea of the unlucky woman, if my convenient source is right" [break][break]

she's going to gag saying the word, she'll have you know. [break][break]

".. have you met a woman whose shamelessly called you 'zaddy'?"

Dal-yong Nam [break]
catching komala

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she's already getting to work with the shovel in hand, carefully moving the dirt around the roots of herbs as she tries to unroot them. it thankfully doesn't take long for the soil to absorb the raindrops, clinging to them and gradually turning from the dusty cracks into a smoother, darker earth. it's a little relieving to see, although she won't say it, nor will she admit it. [break][break]

rustling comes from the forest, past the trees and shrubbery and foliage, grass pokemon emerge. marisol raises her gaze only to take a glance and gander as they move from the shade of the trees, now to move to sit out in the open, soaking in the cooler rain water. now it's slight, past the damp bangs of her hair, but she's smiling when a lilligent sits herself down to enjoy the much needed hydration. [break][break]

but of course, good things don't last. this time in the form of a man who closed the umbrella, in addition to his response when he pushes the umbrella back to her. now her expression is shifting from content to disbelief, staring at him before putting the shovel back down to open up the umbrella once again, holding it out so the metal rod extends, and the fabric pop open and out. then she tries to hold it over her companion here. mostly. [break][break]

"i'm not the one who can't risk getting sick." her other hand rests on her knees in her crouch, brows furrowing at how the rain's already gotten him a bit wet. "just take the umbrella."

Leonidas Stone

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gonna smile and not get worried[break]
i try but it shows[break][break]

sounds familiar, hits too close to home. she doesn't like it, though she's still indifferent to the music that's playing. it just so happens that this sort of louder music isn't something that she likes to listen to. there's also the small crowd of party goers who are enjoying their time on the beach, although they're getting a bit too loud. indeed, she'll only be able to enjoy herself here if she's a few too many drinks in. [break][break]

but seeing that there are drinks to begin with, she leans against the bar counter, holding a hand up to order a drink from the bartender on duty. the poor man looks like he's working a bit overtime, with a somewhat deadpan expression. she almost feels bad for him. almost. at least, it looks like he's enjoying his job. [break][break]

her eyes narrow when she can practically feel the shock radiating from beside her. the eye free from the eye patch narrows, giving a man an almost side glare as a soft hue of pink comes to her cheeks in memory of what happened at the contest. she didn't win. "yes, i did participate in it." the drink is finished quickly - and she quickly lifts up the mai tai to bring to her lips "and i'm never doing something like that again."[break][break]

when she lowers the drink, she maintains a slight squint ".. what's with that look?"

Leonidas Stone [break]

+1 crown (lyrics)

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ah, so he was suspicious. [break][break]

she can't blame him, not when she's spent so much time reading their articles (although it's annoying, knowing that part of the reason was because she had to), on top of the seeming sudden disappearance of their only child a year or two ago. wendy was a genius of her own right; someone so young would have been able to teach. someone so young would have been able to graduate by now (someone so young was able to hold a scalpel and perform such precise surgeries, at a age where people are only graduating into post-secondary. she had the experience and the knowledge, and a wealthy family to boot). [break][break]

her knees curl in closer, anyways. it's not a good memory.[break][break]

"you're too perceptive." she'll say it like it's irritating, but really she doesn't mind. it's let him connect the dots this easily, after all. despite that, you can say that she's made it too obvious. before it all went to shit, she was a nursing student. now, she's still a nursing student, trying to finish up her degree after putting it aside for so long. it's this in conjunction with reading her parents' articles often that can give that impression, even though the previous wendy was all so known for avoiding the crowds, and cowering behind her father. [break][break]

there's no use hiding it from him. [break][break]

the shock has settled on her face, but not yet her arms and legs as they tuck themselves closer against her torso and stomach. and there's silence as she ponders it, then her gaze seems to lower as her eyelids close to a half-open state. maybe she shouldn't be worried about this; it's out of character for marisol. ".. are you mad?" [break][break]

she asks with such a soft, sheepish tone and voice. it's reminiscent of the tone she took back at mirage island, with a portion of the anxiety wendy had. "i lied to you, about myself."

Leonidas Stone

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"well enough." [break][break]

to the same degree someone would know a parent, albeit not as closely. he does what he can to be a father figure, and under the irritation and coyness there's appreciation. he knows it, so she doesn't need to say it. "i take care of him, and who ever else he has in tow with him at the time, when they get hurt." more like she finds him when she happens to be in the same hospital, or centre, and she subtly insists that she take care of him or someone with him. [break][break]

it's easier doing her job with someone she knows. [break][break]

"and i've.. seen her cooking, before, in that case." she sighs, raising a hand to gently press the back of her wrist against her forehead "atrocious. or somewhat edible. or actually quite decent. it feels like a roulette whenever i see his lunch."

Leonidas Stone

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this isn't her. [break][break]

it isn't like her to be panicking, or anxious, nor have her heart race a marathon just at the sight of someone she used to recognize (and she finds it off that he hasn't glanced at her, once, not knowing how different she looks now. she used to keep her hair unkept, after all). his voice is so curt, and for some reason isn't used to it, so she immediately jolts - something she hasn't done in years, and yet still happens so suddenly and naturally. [break][break]

"i-i--" her brows tent, slightly, as her hand is pulled closer to her torso, and her fingers tremble at the abrupt pull. she's made him mad, hadn't she? she imagines so, because he never acts this way, but how did she act towards him? when she searches her memories, she remembers their interactions, and recalls his demeanour, but she can't remember anything about herself. what did she say? how did he know her? [break][break]

there are unfamiliar pokeballs on her belt, and the confusion is starting to make things become fuzzy. who were these pokemon? [break][break]

he's asking her something, what was he asking? focus, wendy. focus. [break][break]

"w-what? i'm sorry..! i'm just--" confused, frazzled. she sees the image of a woman, a reflection, she thinks, who follows her movements as she raises her other hand to her head, to the side that isn't deleted. when her fingers run through her hair, she's immediately jumping back in shock. that's not her in her reflection. that can't be her. she has.. so many questions, and not enough answers. she doesn't have enough time to ask. [break][break]

"i-i could ask you the same?" now she's furrowing her brows, slightly, cautiously, hesitantly, when she raises her tone to ask. "y-you're not usually like this-- and i'm just acting like i always am?" isn't that right? she's just acting as she always does. what confuses her is the woman in the reflection, and there's still disbelief and unfamiliarity when she glances back down.

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𓆙 she's panicking she's a mess
[break]𓆙 profusely apologizing for grabbing Leonidas Stone
[break]𓆙 doesn't recognize her doppleganger
[break]𓆙 gradual frustration because she can't remember her normal demeanour
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𓆙 marisol's memories of reformation are gonezo. she's lost her apathy.
[break]𓆙 wendy's back and making a cameo here we go
[break]𓆙 and because of that, she's absolutely terrified of people she recognizes. Specifically Gavin.
[break]𓆙 slightly panicked because her emotional support sylveon isn't there
[break]𓆙 ignoring the fighting and noping the heck outta there
[break]𓆙 walking down terminal 4: past

cyberchase conundrum

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him, having faith in her change? she doesn't know is she should be insulted or honoured. if it's him, it's probably a bite at him. in the past, she'd be apologetic of the disappointment, although they both know that was yesterday. [break][break]

"what if it was a criminal in the dark, stalking, about to attack me?" [break][break]

brody isn't a name she likes associating with, particularly due to a distinct unnerve from firearms. if he trying to make her feel guilty? or is he trying to press at her buttons? it's obvious that he's insulting her by bringing the albino woman up and drawing parallels, but they both have a screw loose. all three of them do, just to some varying degrees, and some of them are good are drilling the screw back in or they'll force it together with a hammer, like a nail. [break][break]

the litwick is small, smaller than what she'd be able to see, unless she focused hard enough. the only thing that doesn't change is the brightness of its purple flame, which doesn't burn her hair (thankfully) as it remains perched up on top. just when she's about to tap on the screen to call 911, the image of a large, bipedal pokemon launches from the shadows, prompting a gasp from the woman as she immediately tries to evade the slash - although it succeeds in swiping the phone out of her hand, and falling to the ground. [break][break]

the silence and gasp is followed by the crack and shatter of her phone at the impact - partially her own fault for instinctively panicking, but the disdain is clear in her brows, and when she glares up at a man with a single, uncovered, dulled violet eye. when he comes down, he's followed by a gallade, and now she knows how they were able to stay hidden so well. of course, it's the white zoroark. of course. [break][break]

"ah?" self defence? even though he's no injuries to speak? if anything, she already has a casualty, in the form of a broken phone on the ground (thank you, modern technology, making the most fragile pieces of glass and metal known to man). "so breaking my phone is self defence?" she quickly moves away from the mass of white, and cautiously glares at the gallade. [break][break]

"i can't exactly turn a blind eye when i know you're committing a crime." she places her hand on her neck, then she tilts her head, before letting out a sigh as she feels a small crack. "i'm sorry to say, i'm trying to be a good citizen today." her tone's still flat, as it always is, in contrast to his smile. the litwick lets out a soft cry from atop of her head.[break][break]

purple flames erupt from the top of her head, the litwick sending out a wave of purple flames from the top of the trainer's head to spread across her body, though harmlessly, due to the nature of the move. instead, the flames harmlessly crawl across the terrain in a wave, down the pavement and up the walls before the fire fizzles out. it's harmless if you touch it. [break][break]

... though the same can't be said for pokemon, the fire threatening to scorch pokemon who have had their stats raised not too long ago. [break][break]

"i don't want to be implicated as a witness who didn't do anything, and i'll heal up the burn later, so i hope there are no hard feelings."

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LITWICK used BURNING JEALOUSY; will burn GALLADE if hit[break]
GENGAR on standby

Dal-yong Nam

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pog well now it's time for the easiest one, a gorebyss spin.


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cv8ZWKRU

@tag[break]
10,850 pts

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give me a mega stone right now before i shove rngesus up your--

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K9NoGnci

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+7 pokeball[break]
+1 devolution[break]
+1 z-crystal[break]
+1 gachapon[break]
+1 blue shard[break]
+1 ability capsule[break]
+1 salac berry[break]
+2 mega shard[break]
+2 form change

@tag

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"mud is the least of my problems." [break][break]

she's used to getting down and dirty when collecting herbs, or samples, or working on bodies. all sorts of grime start to blend together, until she can't tell them apart from the layers.[break][break]

she's slightly surprised when she sees the shadow of the umbrella over her, but doesn't say anything. instead, she glances to the castform, who lets out a bright, sunny cry. her hand reaches to gently pat the top of the weather pokemon's head. "rain dance, stem." she gives the command, and the castform goes a little twirl in the air, floating and dancing around until the sky starts to turn dark. [break][break]

it doesn't take long for rain to start pouring, and for a white light to surround the little white pokemon. when the light fades, a droplet-like membrane encases its head. [break][break]

the umbrella isn't huge, but she doesn't move closer to fully shield herself from the rain. instead, she uses the back of her hand to push against the metal rod of it, urging it closer to leonidas. "you use it, i'll be fine."

Leonidas Stone

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ah, good, right on target. [break][break]

and she did it second time, then she'll do it a third time, too. she's about to, actually, just until she's satisfied with the result. it wasn't her intention to give him a mouthful of water, but that was a bonus when she was able to do that. and a second time, too. [break][break]

her pout turns into a small smile as she lowers her foot back into the water, as do her hands lower her skirt a bit, just enough so the waves don't crash into her sundress. there's a moment of processing as she eyes a man, then her lips manage to crack a tad as a hand rises to press against her lips, stifling laughter. [break][break]

unfortunately for him, a soft "pfft.." still manages to get through the cracks. the exaggerated squint was amusing, and she can only tilt her head with a lingering, near coy smile. "why are you giving me that look?" she's asking so innocently, although the coyness fades as she watches a primarina get sent out, and it's given a command.[break][break]

almost immediately she reaches for a pokeball, sending out her cursola to respond with "mirror coat" in front of her, catching most of the hydro pump - and not enough to save her entirely, with water splashing at her from behind. still, the ghost pokemon is able to reflect what was caught back to, you guessed it, leonidas.

Leonidas Stone

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he wasn't hurt, so she doesn't understand the issue. [break][break]

no, she does, but she can't put in the energy to care. at the very least, she's glad that he isn't hurt? or burned, because he's still someone she knows. he's still someone she somewhat enjoys talking to. maybe. if you look into her heart under a microscope. [break][break]

there goes his silver tongue again, when they both know that it's not fooling anyone. it looks like he's realized it to, and the drop in tone and the failing smile is enough of a tell. still, his words are bouncing off a woman who's never sought redemption to begin with. she doesn't know what she's seeking anymore. [break][break]

"i think you're misunderstanding something." the reformation isn't of morals - though as an outsider looking in, maybe that could be the case. "when have i tried to redeem myself?" she's already neck deep in her sins. there's no point trying to crawl out. [break][break]

still, she's no pyromaniac. so she pulls out her phone instead, sliding it to unlock to dial a number. "but if you'd like me to turn a new leaf now, give me a moment to call the police~" she's chiming, and if you couldn't get a clear view of her face, you'd think she's smiling.

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LITWICK used MINIMIZE (evasion x4)[break]
GENGAR on standby

Dal-yong Nam

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