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A soft smile manifested upon her sun-kissed cheeks as she watched him admire his work, which appeared rather misshapen; all the more, he seemed unable to luck out as much as she was able to in her craft, which she dismissed with a chuckle rather than the thoughts that her mother goddess had blessed her in her attempt at creation. "It has its charm." She said in response, placing the deep blue bowl into the fiery kiln. Pottery was a frustrating craft, she knew it well from a past life of entertaining such whimsical activities.[break][break]

As was the thought of the usurpers being able to face redemption due to sheer generosities, those which she felt were far too giving for those so willing to take. Oracelies saw Team Rocket as ultimately being more than a gang, an aspect of terror that wished to capsize on the energies brought through the pure, natural order. Those who were willing to cast stones into the pool without remorse, tainting all that she held dear. The thought that some had vacated their previous ties, taking on a false crown of sunshine when their lives had previously been so bleak and wretched, left a bitter taste in her mouth.[break][break]

How could one seek a path of redemption of their past ways, when in the end, they had deprived livelihoods from innocents that wished simply to see another day? Looking out at the oceanic spirits that had made their friendship in the waters, she wished all the more that the world that would be created in the future could have more of that- and less of the pain that came from force. Yet, she was ultimately unwilling to take accountability for the stones that she threw back into the waves they cast upon her shores. All in the name of justice.[break][break]

"But in the end, are they worthy of something better, having deprived those that have sought the best of their ability to live?" She remained still, having already answered her question within her mind- and she felt talking about it would be unable to sway the tides, even if so many previous talks had etched into her walls of stone. "If only the world could be so kind, where sins like this would be unfathomable to even think to commit."[break][break]

She paused, a deep breath coursing out her lungs. The man seemed too nice for his own good- a man who had faith even in those who had spread their seed of misdoings, a part of her that had died a long, long time ago.[break][break]

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't taint such a beautiful day with such a heavy topic."

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The Romping Grounds were quite the change of scenery of that which she was used to where her horde of oceanic beasts frequented, being a cavern tucked within the rocks on the edge of Pacifidlog Town- but what she had expected to encounter in the woods of Petalburg was an understatement, as there were just so many creatures that called the plateau and the trees their home. It was a foreign concept to Oracelies, taking to the treeline rather than the waves that crashed upon mud, sand, and clay. But it was somewhat endearing to see, as horizons could be broadened simply in the presence of another who lived off the land in their own, unique processes.[break][break]

A gentle release of twin orbs released a set of glimmering fish into the air, a Dodonzo and a Tatsugiri- which immediately had their eyes set on the lake that resided in the center. "Go make acquaintance," she nodded, giving them soft kisses upon their scaly maws as a means of a send-off, ".. it will be good for the two of you." And off they went, leaving the sea witch alone with the woman, the boons of nature, and the petite Staryu that resided within her palms.[break][break]

Her pupils dilated at the sight of the giant wasp, leading her to instinctually take a few delicate steps back upon the bark due to her inexperience around such a beast. "I've never seen an insect so large.. let alone someone that has taken to one's wing." She said softly, ultimately manifesting within her heart of the ocean that she would not fall victim to its stinger. Despite her past of traveling inland and staying there for years and years on end, in the big city pursuing what she thought were dreams, she was completely out of her element here.[break][break]

"May I ask how such a thing is possible?"

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A tournament was no place for a woman with mystical devotions, one that inhabited the barren depths to train oceanic spirits rather than bringing them past the shores. In the swirling tides, Oracelies felt at home more than anywhere else she could ever step foot- a crash of a wave, a pull of a tide, the drowning of a precious soul. She could feel it all under the surface, where nature was unwilling to answer to the touch of mankind. Yet through such understanding and the peace that came upon the back of Agaricia, she still could not quite understand what would bring whirlpool dwellers of the inhabited ocean so close to the place humanity called its home. It was a beguiling task which she had been assigned to quell.[break][break]

Accompanied by another, no less, one that she had been unable to recognize by name nor notoriety; she assumed they would be one unacquainted with what she considered to be her goddess, the sea, just like most of the others. It was all the more just in her eyes to believe this about every soul, especially those who had been residents of the tropical region for years on end. Had she been here to protect the marvel that was Sootopolis from the greedy hands of the usurpers, she would have given every last drop of hers to prevent such a wretched occupation. Grudges ran deeper than her superiority complex, even with its oil-slick vibrancies.[break][break]

The sea witch arrived from the depths, shooting into the skies from the brilliant azure on the back of an illuminant Gyarados- right next to the one that had risen upon some metallic, strange pokemon. A grace present within the thrash of its tail, she stared up at the ranger with a gaze that could cut.[break][break]

"You're out of your element, boy," she said softly, trickling water from a long braid, ".. dragons of the sea are vicious, and ancient salt has made its way into their scales."[break][break]

From her belt uncoiled a net, which already contained a few species of fish that had made their way inside on her way here. Spirits which seemed to have wanted to hitch a ride, no doubt.[break][break]

"I'd love to hear any plans you may or may not have."[break][break]

Solitary lifestyles had their pros and cons, those which often resulted in not being in the know. Had she put in more of an effort to meet those who had taken to an armband, she surely would not have underestimated him. If only she knew.

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The premonitions of the world and the sounds of the spectral current distracted her from the hole that had ripped upon her knapsack, releasing the speaker and her daily finding of seashells and aquatic flora flowing past the veil of liquid that surrounded the beast. Had she seen such a display it would have felt all the more symbolic, as with each flap of the whale's fin, they drifted farther from the ethereal rift- away from her home, the essence, the spirit of the goddess. Oracelies wished not to believe a place as odd and ultimately devoid of the blessings of the earth could exist.[break][break]

Her face remained still at her words, as it had not been the first time that she tampered with the natural order. But was it possible to fuck up a place that established such violent, wretched beings? She believed that places tainted with terror and devoid of the energies she believed to have truly existed could not become fucked up more than they already were. Just as the creatures that wished to deprive her of the life that flourished from the soul she called hers deserved to perish. She considered herself more important than any soul outside of a human body. And in being so strong in her beliefs, despite the contradictions present in additionally wearing the band of a ranger, she stifled a comment.[break][break]

A new tide of bubbles swayed her lips from remaining still to biting her upper lip, watching as the skidding jettison fish formed their mass and shot upward. Apex predators, some would say- but now she wished to one-up them on the food chain. All the more of a spit in the face of the blessings she believed reigned true, false prophets of a false god. An Ultra Deep Sea, a domain that she wished to fragment into tufts of sand in the stars that dotted the sky at night. It brought her hand to form a fist, quivering as she rapidly weighed her options.[break][break]

"Be careful, Ana." She said, eyes remaining still as she watched the beast made of iron emerge- a technological marvel she never had the chance to witness, all the more intense than touching a cell phone after a year of shoving it in a slit of cavern rocks. "I.. hm. I would not bear to leave a soul behind in this world, I rebuke those thoughts." The woman who had accompanied her seemed determined enough that there would be no need to stop her in her tracks. A crashing wave needed to be reinforced rather than cast out. Like she ever could.[break][break]

So she steered the giant whale to dip to safer territories before unleashing another oceanic spirit from an orb tucked upon her belt, a wisping Basculegion. "Fucking shit up, that's a way to say it." Her lips grew to a grin as she returned her words, watching the divine spectacle unfold, the rage of it all. Like a tempest of the sea turned to mechanical force; just like her old ways, those which entertained corporate greed and electronic panels. Ungraceful, bashful attitudes. Those which she vowed to never return to, even though their methods soaked into her freshly kicked-up sands.[break][break]

Drifting to rest in the slit underneath her arm, she sighed as the spectral water type went into its standard position of the offensive- one that she had not taken since a trivial, dumb shooting contest she participated in years prior. "Stabilize, evoke the spirit." She said softly, raising her arms to hold the fish like a.. machine gun? Opening its mouth wide, the fish began to channel all of its ghostly energy into a barrage of SHADOW BALLS, firing at all the strays that dipped in and out of the formation's outskirts.[break][break]

The whales watched with far more human worry than Oracelies could ever feel. Ana being safe in her pursuit had to be true, there must have been no reason why her spell wouldn't have worked. Didn't it have to be that way?

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To embody the change that they sought; was that the missing piece of the puzzle, the aspect that her waves had refuted from letting crash into them? A sea of dark azure crashed into waves of gold, allowing a castle to embark upward from the depths; all she knew was to fight fire with fire, not to fight fire with a ripple of softness. It made sense in theory, yet the vast openness of the seas was previously closed in her eyes, an unwillingness to be open to there being brightness in the world around her. There were moments of brightness in her craft, such as feeling the energies waver across her sternum and up to her clavicle, but she was indeed falling into muddy waters. All the more that would consume her if she were to continue on her path of retribution and false justice.[break][break]

"I've never wished to consider other than the ruthless," she said with a deep breath, leaning her head into his collar, ".. the softer waves trickle in all the same as the harsh, they can nurture just as they can drown."[break][break]

A click of her pokeball released an illuminant oceanic spirit, a golden Gyarados, which summoned rain upon the uncoiling of its serpentine body and a seabound roar. It wished to wash out the ashen stains upon the ground like any other, bringing the sea upon the land- manifestations previously whispered to it by the sea witch. Oracelies wished to use it as a means of escape, to reflect upon the idea of embodying virtues other than the cold, deeply treacherous.[break][break]

"I trust you," she said, delicately brushing her lips across his cheek as she unwound from his grasp, ".. as I trust you'll meet me by the sea when dawn turns to dusk. When I'll be ready to take the first step."[break][break]

An extended hand upon a protrusion of the golden scales and a whip brought her to rise upward onto the back of the beast, looking down upon him. Pain, and for the first time regret, washed over her eyes.

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Had the bubbles and the tentacle creatures that called this ungodly, wretched place not descended upon their peaceful drift into the unknown, Oracelies would have told the beautiful soul of a woman all about what encompassed being a member of the Solar bloodline. It brought her to be a witch more than all the other influences of the world, being familial tradition and ancient practice; nepotism in territories of coven lands and waterscapes, and fortune brought through living within small huts without air conditioning and sparce electricity. The peace taken from them would have been a good time to ask about Ana's placing her hand on her forehead, too.[break][break]

"The waves shall crash upon their cheeks, imbuing them with salt," she responded with a tongue in cheek, pulling clumps of mud to sculpt upon the rock that found its way into her hands, ".. we deuteragonists shall never meet such a fate, my words will never be proven false." It was an eccentric way of manifesting that the two would be safe, despite the mayhem that unfolded in front of her deep ceruleans. And a way of confirming she did not have the main character's energy either, even with her self-absorbed and self-righteousness that spawned in her psyche like coral.[break][break]

Efforts presented by the woman and the ghost that accompanied her brought joy to her heart, as there was no need to face nor dish out commanding ideals. A mutual understanding when presented with dangerous forces- just the way the sea witch liked it, which brought fondness in the graceful tide of adrenaline that followed. Sharpening the edge of the rock with a carving knife as the earthquake tremored the ground, a brilliant display, the time bought gave her enough time to slip back on the back of the previously disoriented Dodonzo- and an outstretched arm to pull Ana back aboard if she were to accept.[break][break]

"An astute concept, thank you." She said softly, watching the protrusions of rock meet the thrashing waves- two seemed to have succumbed to the attacks, brought to unconsciousness. It was a satisfying sight, one that made the kiss upon the jagged, sharpened rock all the more satisfying to complete. A subconscious spell of dissuading beasts, though only one now needed to fall to its curse. Trembling as the big ass fish began its float outward, its commandress released yet another whale with the flick of her palm, one that would float beside them as a means of reinforcing their prowess; a consideration that none would wish to further their pursuit upon the Hoennian rangers upon sighting such a big shadow lurking from above.[break][break]

Yet, there was still that one pesky Nihilego that seemed to not know when to quit it, rapidly following. "Do you believe those creatures to be this realm's angels? As the dwellers of the sea are to the spirit," she calmly asked, turning to face the creature in its sulk, ".. perhaps they seek veneration? Or simply carrying out the wishes of their superiors, whatever those may be?"[break][break]

Channeling as a defense mechanism, the Wailord bellowed as it unleashed a WATER VEIL around the expedition party, manifesting in the form of a transparent, crashing tide, almost like a bubble. Though, the sea witch believed a protection charm such as that would not be enough; raising the sharpened rock above her head and throwing it with all her might, it passed through the veil and imbedded into the cap of the virulent, toxic beast, bringing it to spiral downward into the dark abyss. A Nihilego lobotomy![break][break]

The rustling around brought a cassette player in her bag to turn on by itself, or perhaps interference, playing a muffled version of one of the spirit songs of her ancestors. As the momentary peace that followed the execution of the beasts was already enough to soothe the nervousness she would never wish to exhibit outwardly, Oracelies was unable to hear it, as a similar song already played within her mind's seascape.[break][break]

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