magikarp splash four? five? who fucking knows at this point. [break][break]

she's determined, now, with the mantine. maybe she could have pulled off other tricks by now, but now she just wants to be able to pull this off and move on with her life. please, by god, give her the fucking strength.


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a ticket, but for what? so now she's found three pokeballs, an odd crystal, another odd crystal, and an odd looking ticket? things get weirder and weirder. she doesn't exactly know what all of this is for, really. but.. whatever they may be for, she sighs softly with greninja in tow. "lets keep searching" she says to the water pokemon. he doesn't look tired, which is good.

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well, well, well, would you look at that? someone who she knows. [break][break]

her last throw was a fluke, but she didn't want to dunk a kid, anyways. a fully grown adult, on the other hand? sign her up, right now. she's also just a tiny bit petty for being dunked into the water enough times, and hey, maybe she's doing him a favour. it's hot today, anyways. [break][break]

HEY BATTER BATTER, SWING-- Leonidas Stone

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she catches the surprise in her peripheral, and her lips quirk into a slight smile. it's less forced this time. [break][break]

but she won't say anything; it's enough to revel in the silent shock. but she'll insist that lying leaves a bad taste in her mouth, or maybe it's that the events of cyberchase have finally caught up to her, and she's taken more time between her studies to do some self reflection. an old coworker said something that's stuck with her, burrowing small claws into her flesh. [break][break]

she gives him a glance and smiles a bit more, planting a hand into the sand as she turns her body to raise her other hand, and gently give his shoulder a gentle flick. "you're nosy." she doesn't hate it. [break][break]

when she leans back, she lowers onto her elbows, gazing up at the sky as she hums in pensive thought. "i'm not really proud, or happy of my life." she's smiling when she speaks, but it's wry, and she doesn't know if smiling will be able to soften the blow. "i became a nurse to help others" she starts, hand raising to gently tug at the strings of the eyepatch. there's a pause in her words when she does, followed by a scoffing chuckle "but it doesn't feel like i can help anyone."[break][break]

"honestly," she lowers her gaze to the flaming bonfire "... it feels like i've hurt more people than i could ever save."

Leonidas Stone

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"the pride comes from the golden days." [break][break]

literally. back when he was a golden magikarp and he thought he was the hottest fish in the pond. she can only imagine how much trouble he's caused the other poor, red fish. he makes such a spectacle of his colour that it gets old at some point. but it's also because of that, he refuses to lose. man says it's a friendly rivalry? maybe that's the case, to some degree. marisol knows that this is a matter of his pride, though. [break][break]

she glances to the greninja who approaches from the water, a few fangs in his hands as he walks onto the shore. how lucky that the grains of sand just fall off the slick body. she's jealous. [break][break]

taking the fangs, she quirks a brow and lets out a soft sigh. "it's either their luck, or our unluckiness.." a hand raises to brush under her bangs. it's hot as hell. thankfully, a breeze blows from the sea, prompting a sigh of relief from her. [break][break]

"first it was luvdisc, now it's sharpedo.." she groans, taking a look out at the shimmering caused by ripples of waves "i'm starting to see a pattern here."

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it's the fact that he laughed that made her grimace even more. [break][break]

"ah, yes, thoroughly enjoying my suffering." it's nothing new from him, she doesn't know why she expects anything else. at least he's sensible enough to throw hr a water bottle after the little mishap with the lion cub, and she quickly catches it. the bottle chills her fingers, and it's enough to offset her distaste. for now. [break][break]

with a roll of her eyes, she twists the cap of the bottle to take a quick swing. and after that, she stares at the bottle for a little while, before closing, and moving it to chill her arm. the sudden cold makes her flinch before she rests it there again. [break][break]

"luckily for me, someone was kind enough to give me a water bottle" she moves the water bottle to her other arm "although you say that like you'd know from experience?" she tilts her head, with a slight smirk to her lips. [break][break]

"i think stray eggshell can simulate the feeling of sand crunch."

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"no, i don't." [break][break]

keep it in the confines of her mind, but the only thing that stops her is the way she already said that she'd.. do the opposite. it doesn't sit well with her when she knows that she wanted to be a bit more honest. her lips curl into a frown as she maintains an empty gaze on the embers. [break][break]

"... but if you must know" she caves, anyways "-- i've been reflecting on my life." she lets out a soft sigh, lowering her gaze back to the ground she's seated on. "what i've accomplished, what i've learned, so forth." her voice is lower, before it raises with a forced smile. [break][break]

"since there's a meteor hurling towards us~."

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it's dark. [break][break]

so ark, slightly chilling. maybe it's the trees that cover this route, or maybe it's the dark pokemon that crawl around the path. either way, she doesn't complain. it's been suffocatingly hot nowadays. [break][break]

she sighs, raising her gaze up to the leaves that allow only small rays of moonlight to shine through. with how busy work was, and how busy school was, it seems like the dead of the night is the only moment she can have time to herself. there are no complaints; too many people can get suffocating. [break][break]

at least in fortree, there were more trees than there were people. [break][break]

"come on." she glances back to her shadow, smiling slightly to the triangular ears that peek out from the pitch dark. "we're just taking a quick walk, then we'll take a taxi home."

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the silence is deafening. [break][break]

she knows it's causing a slight buzz or ringing in her ear, in an attempt to create some kind of noise with how she suddenly stops. or maybe it's due to the lack of sleep she's been getting, and now her senses are making her hallucinate? who can say for sure? [break][break]

regardless, she narrows her eyes, keeping a gaze up to the litwick as she carefully makes her way through the twists, the turns, and the alleyways. soon after, the heels of her shoes click louder down the narrow, stone jungle with nothing but a purple candle to light the way. she doesn't even notice as she's about to pass by an illusion, yet she pauses, upon feeling a gengar reach up from the shadows. [break][break]

she's seen nothing, heard nothing, and sensed nothing, but ghosts tend to have better instincts and intuition. or maybe it's their third eyes? do ghost pokemon even have third eyes? [break][break]

whatever the case may be, she narrows her eyes and stops in her tracks, glancing at a seemingly empty, stone pathway. there's nothing there, but with how her gengar pokes at her, maybe she's wrong. she'll be willing to bet that (it's not the first time she's met pokemon who could conceal themselves; she had one, once upon a time). "you" she can't bother to remember the litwick's name "inferno." she commands, suddenly. nothing should catch fire, since it's all stone. [break][break]

purple flames from the litwick's.. wick, extend and expand, sending a swirl of purple flames to suddenly light up the darkness around them. [break][break]

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LITWICK used INFERNO down the alleyway.

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the crackling of the fire accompanies his chuckle, and she watches as he moves to give her space. [break][break]

it's slight, but a smile reflects the glow of the flames just a little bit away from them. "good." she leans back with her hands in the ground, watching the fire, then raising her gaze to the stars above them. if the sand didn't risk going into her hair again, she'd lean back and lay down. [break][break]

a soft exhale leaves her lips when the breeze blows by. it's welcome, and it's cooling, especially when the barrier has been keeping the heat in hoenn. "something like that." she hums, taking in a breath of fresh air. "it's hard to study in this heat." she tilts her head, covered cheek against her shoulder "... and i've had a lot on my mind."

Leonidas Stone

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"for the love of all things good--" [break][break]

get in the fuCKING BAG NEBBY--[break][break]

or in this case, calm the heLL DOWN DENO. she wants to shout that, but she doesn't want to attract more attention than she's already have (she can feel the gazes of coworkers, and she's finger-pinching close to breaking out in embarrassment that's carried over). things were supposed to be easier once she's subdued the hyper thing, until the other hyper thing decided to unceremoniously trounce and assault the back of her head. [break][break]

the weight of the lion cub pushes her back into the sand as she lets out an abrupt "guh--". no, she can't hold a litleo on her head, thank you. and using this chance, her own lioness lets out a sudden mewl of thanks as she pries from the clutches of her trainer. this time, to use FLAMETHROWER to light fires and imitate the other cub. fires where they're needed, of course. she wasn't a pyromaniac. [break][break]

finally free, marisol lifts herself onto her elbows in the sand. a hand raises to aggressively ruffle the sand from her hair, then there's a final attempt when she shakes her head suddenly. "i'm fine." she grunts, slowly lifting herself back onto her feet. brush the sand off your legs like nothing happened, marisol. [break][break]

when she turns to a man, she squints "don't you dare laugh." she huffs, brushing sand from her arms.

Leonidas Stone

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let it be known to the world. [break][break]

gyarados are very competitive when they want to be. [break][break]

at the sight of the other gyarados having more luck than he was, he pouts all the more. after all, how is that fair? when they were looking at around the same areas??? it wasn't. point blank period. in the distance, the red gyarados could be heard splashing his tail in.. the water, like he was throwing a small tantrum. "... endo--" marisol calls out first, only for her to be met with the sound of water splashing about, waves rippling through the waters as his long body submerges itself again. [break][break]

"and i think that luck made someone jealous.." she grunts, carefully moving out of the water and back onto the sand. her feet were wet, and it feels gross. suddenly she remembers why she's such a homebody. disgusting. [break][break]

on the other hand, a pink corsola waddles along the shore, singing tunes as she rocks (heh) back and forth along. a seel is in tow, clapping his.. fins? flippers? along with some improvised music. even though they should be working, it looked more like.. they were trying to form a.. marching band? "oi, you two focus, too."

Leonidas Stone

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