blessed be that the corsola are almost back to where they're supposed to be. the time felt like it passed too slowly, although she has to admit that she'll miss being able to float peacefully like this - even if it was with the assitance of a life vest. "mhm, a very long story~" she chimes "so it's best to save it for another day. when i'm not busy, perhaps~." and that wouldn't be any day soon. [break][break]

the woman sighs softly, arching her back so she can bring her legs back under the water. she has both hands against the side of the boat, but hesitates to pull herself back up. she pensively eyes the water, then tilts her head to a man who's still casually lounging. [break][break]

"... could you call pisces?" she raises a hand to point downwards, into the water "i'd try getting up myself, but i don't want to tilt the boat and bring you down here with me~"

Leonidas Stone

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he's skeptical and she's trying. [break][break]

trying her best to ward suspicion off her trainer, only to find that she was only making this worse. and the more he grumbles, and thinks on it, the more frustrated she gets at herself. the corsola pulls her branches back into her rock, like a turtwig hiding back in its shell. [break][break]

and she pouts. [break][break]

puffs her cheek out, grumbling softly, up until little ghostly tears start to swell in her eyes. "she's not a bad person.." she repeats to herself, and she genuinely thinks so. not even the bells could snap her out of her little struggle. [break][break]

"i'm here to pick up my pokemon..?" a familiar woman's voice chimes, and she's led outside in the back, where the little corsola is crying. the woman tilts her head, watching curiously as she leans down to pick up the little rock to cradle her in her arms. then she looks to the side, and sees a very familiar bat. the corsola clings onto a woman's shirt, crying from the frustration. [break][break]

... she doesn't say anything, just looks at the bat, then sighs, and gives an apologetic smile before getting to a knee, and patting the top of the bat's head. "i apologize for carci." she smiles, and it's the usual one. then she lifts herself up, carrying the little corsola away.

Leonidas Stone

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".. you're not going to take my suggestion seriously, are you?" [break]
he was. [break][break]

he can't be serious, but he is. she's walking casually, although her eye narrows up, in almost disbelief as he reaches for his belt, calling out a familiar gyrados to his side. the poor thing looks parched in this heat, especially after recently returning from the more violent seas. [break][break]

"well, i guess a rain dance would help.." she sighs, rubbing her face, feeling as the water has already evaporated from her skin and her clothing - but now it leaves her unbearably dry. and she falls quiet, watching clouds begin to form as the gyrados calls upon the clouds. she hums slightly, this time pulling out a small, handheld umbrella. [break][break]

and she's about to open it. [break][break]

only to pause, hearing a man's follow up words to say, with all due respect: "excuse me?" [break][break]

quirking a brow, she tilts her head to a man, then furrows it "you're going to send a hurricane down there--"

Leonidas Stone

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"she's not a bad person!"[break][break]

she pouts, and she knows it isn't true. or, rather.. marisol was a bad person. she was a horrible person, so much so that marisol would acknowledge, and call herself that (she has, and the little ghost pokemon have been shadowing it for how many months it'd been since joining the party). yet no matter, she still pouts, and still defends her trainer. [break][break]

"...she used to.." the corsola mumbles, her eyes narrowed "and.. sometimes she hurts people while trying to heal them, but she isn't a bad person!" just a little scary sometimes, and maybe she's making her sound worse than she already is. [break][break]

"she's a good person.."

Leonidas Stone

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breathe in the air, take a sigh. graves were comfortable to her, they were familiar. it's funny how being surrounded by bodies six foot deep can bring serenity to her person. though she walks, catching the glimpse of a man's grave, alone. a picture of who he once was, a smile on his face. "and here lies doctor olson, a genius of his time~.." it's not wrong, but the tone her voice takes make it seems like she spats his name. [break][break]

and like that, her mood has been soured.

ghost/psychic solo

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love you too :toxipointlul: :gengarheart:[break][break]

and the corsola's mulling her words over, and tries, desperately, to find them. she doesn't want to make her trainer look bad, nor does she dare to say what she.. has actually done to other pokemon, and what she continues to do, though to a lesser degree (whether she knows this change or not). [break][break]

she's immediately defensive, holding the little ghostly tubs out, trying to wave them. trying to make the bat think otherwise, actually. "n-no, it's not anything bad..!" but saying that is a bit of a lie, and she knows she's speaking them between her teeth. then she quiets down, and lowers her gaze. "she.. puts herself in danger, most of the time." the ghost sulks. "and does.. little experiments on us, but she never hurts us." but she knows what happens to other people, and she bites her tongue.

Leonidas Stone

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and eyebrows send soundwaves??? [break][break]

holy shit, you learn something new every day. [break][break]

much like how this corsola would learn something new.. now and then, because of her trainer. she's so quick to shake her head - er, body - in denial, defensively. she didn't mean it like that. "yeah! it's really.. smart stuff, that i don't understand." she admits, but just as quickly does she sit herself down and pout a little, her eyes narrowed ".. but it's nothing.. shady, or too bad." the corsola grumbles, her wispy branches shrinking back into the holes of her body. [break][break]

"she never does anything too dangerous to us, at least.." the corsola grumbles, by then.

Leonidas Stone

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if you told her that this was the result of global warming, maybe she'd believe you. [break][break]

if not for the bunch of shady creatures lurking around, trying to spread the words about their lord and saviours groudon and kyogre. on one side of the region, there's rain and storms. on this side of the region, it's all heat, like summer has arrived even earlier. she's sick of it. [break][break]

she took is dripping wet when she leaves the perpetual state of rain, but by the time they set foot, she's already removed the jacket that had been long soaked to the bone, and now she's sweltering in the heat. the woman groans, softly, taking her fingers to run through her hair and move them from her face. the only solace she gets is that her eyepatch is blocking the sun out from her other eye. [break][break]

"i'll live." she responds, narrowing her one eye as her locks fall right back over her face. "what kind of nurse would i be if i couldn't handle a little heat?~" she's chiming, probably, with the flat tone of hers along with a hollow smile. [break][break]

"although i will admit.." she hums "i'm half tempted to call out my seel to use hail. just to spite the people using sunny day."

Leonidas Stone

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why? [break][break]

"because it's obvious." at least, she thinks it is. it's likely that her pokemon would think otherwise, what with how her own corsola does her best to socialize, and guide the migrating ones within the water. for the sake of her trainer, and she does her best - no matter how shy she may have been, trying to fit in with the other, radiant pink pokemon. [break][break]

dulled eyes open and remain fixated on the sky, though his words haven't fallen upon deaf ears. "hm.." ... was there history he was missing? there was a lot that he was missing; an entire life's worth of history, but "nothing too major~" she still wears her smile. [break][break]

"it'd just be a long story, anyways."

Leonidas Stone

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did they?[break][break]

he asks her, and she chuckles in disbelief. "honestly..?" she trails off, her smile falls off as she contemplates, quietly "i think they're more scared of me?" she hums, then lets out another winded sigh. [break][break]

"i'd be a little concerned if they were taken to me~" she says, with another smile across her lips. her voice rings so clearly, though the silence that follows is of doubt. [break][break]

and maybe a bit of regret.

Leonidas Stone

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she doesn't buy it. [break][break]

marisol was never neive, although nowadays she knows better than to push or press (though she'll insist that's because she's changed, and it isn't because of fear anymore. otherwise she'll ask herself: what is there to fear? and proceed to kill the part of herself, slowly, gently, lovingly). so she loosens her hold and lets him pull his arm away, with herself pulling her arms back to her sides. [break][break]

that doesn't stop her from pensively watching as he opens and closes his fists, as his own reassurance to himself. in her head, she debates on saying something - but maybe saying something will only make it worse? or rather, saying something about what just happened would make it worse. [break][break]

he's smiling, but the smile isn't returned as she watched on, with an expressionless glare. frankly, it's somewhat unsympathetic, and a little distant, but neverthelss, for a moment, she wears a small, faint smile to her lips again (out of politeness, as she usually does). ".. mhm. come on, then." she turns her back, walking towards and down the mountain. still, she's in thought as they walk, and she lets out a soft sigh from her lips. [break][break]

".. just be careful." she speaks softly, and her words are still hollow. [break][break]

absol only brought about misfortune when you see one.

end

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he's so quick to turn his attention back to the dire situation, but that's a given. he was a lot more passionate about this rescue task than she was, watching as the recent swimmer cautiously steps upon the make-shift platforms her little corsola was working overtime to create, and to hold. [break][break]

she has little supplies on her, but has brought plenty of towels for those who were just shy of drowning. and so quickly, she pulls one out to drape over the shocked victim's shoulders. "you're okay, now." she reassures them with a hollow smile, though to them, it probably looked sincere and warming. it's funny how circumstances can warp things. [break][break]

and at his words, she nods, gently nudging at the staraptor to turn around. And there she goes, jolting off, with a little less fear of being in the air (if only to install a sense of security in the poor, shivering swimmer). in the ear piece, she mulls it over, then lowers her voice, softly. "stay safe." she says, even if she knows that he'll be fine.

end

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