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Surrounded by the emerald green of the trees, Froschl nods as the Applin takes the offer gratefully, and also takes one step towards the other as Hwyddan approaches. Immediately, his honey coating sticks to the apple like it was meant to be, and perhaps, there's indeed a syrupy variant that could match this rather well ... but these are considerations for the future as the duo now braces the winds together.

It seems like, on the backside, spikes seem to form where the "mucus" is shaped by the wind.

"Oh, no problem at all! What's up, what do you need help with?" Katharina in the meanwhile says, eager to help out as he's able. "Does it include staying in this wimdy area?" he couldn't help but ask - he really shouldn't have trusted the weather report and worn essentially summer gear. The temperature may not be all too low, but the wind definitely gives it all a chilly autumn vibe!

Islwyn Pryce

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Katharina's expression is visibly ruffled, a vibe that might be transmitted even through a thick layer of falling snow in-between them. "What's it to you?" she scoffs, careful not to give up more information than necessary - not that she knows how an utter lack of combatants right now would be helpful at all. They're here, around, somewhere. Maybe someone notices the sudden snowfall in autumn and would come around, but for now, she's here ... alone on the battlefield while her colleagues hopefully make no mistake.

Her hands hover over her pokéballs again, following the clear light of Numbahs. While the Dewott is a beacon to anyone else, she lacks that ability for herself ... her shine only reflecting against the frozen flakes. Should she recall her for now- as this battle is hard for her? But the pokéballs that she comes to rest on ... one actually pristine, almost unused for Froschl, who's by her side most of the time. One that is warm even now, one that seems to shake restlessly even now. And then one dive ball with shell markings that Numbahs made herself, and then two more ... both of them scratched by deep claw marks, power that's almost unwieldy.

"... we were told it's safe." Words that leave her lips before she could take them back.

And movement from Numbahs - used to water, but not ice. Katharina can see her stance. The Dewott has decided to call judgement, decide on a plan as she almost seems to wait in place. A Shadow Ball then comes her way, but instead of dodging, she almost runs towards it. She can't figure out where her opponent is - so she has to face it straight on. A Ceaseless Edge that aims to cut through the ball of dark energy, cut towards the origin point - even as she whimpers as she's hit by the attack, a sound that is drowned out by the snow.

MAKI YUKIMURA
post count: 4
50 MP involve the pokeballs of your pokemon in a meaningful way (e.g. type of pokeball described to reflect the pokemon or character, damaging them, seizing them).

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Katharina really has picked one of the worst times to rebel against her coven and community's established society, wanting to pursue a path that is more rooted in biology than physics. However, even war here isn't all-encompassing and there's small moments that she can call his own still, moments that he can take a breath.

One such moment is the recent research trip, merely a little walk in the forests that are so much different now to Petalburg's in state. He lets out a little sigh, before noticing a particularly wind-troubled Applin and his trainer. "Oh, Islwyn!" he greets her, the kind soul that agreed to take in a bunch of ragtag scientists that, for one reason or another, all seem to have run away from ... somewhere.

"No worries at all, and yeah! Unfortunately didn't see too much, but Froschl made some friends with the local frogs there, so that's something to celebrate," he nods and gives Iswlyn a thumbs-up. The Froggiursa in question has approached the Applin, and reaches out one mucus (honey) covered paw to the dragon type, so that they might stick together in this troubled area. Since Froschl is entirely coated in honey, his fur doesn't ruffle as everything is simply sticky as it can be.

Islwyn Pryce

Katharina's not been in Petalburg during the invasion - a stroke of fortune had it that she's been in Fortree at the other end of the Hoenn map. Still, that alone isn't a reason to celebrate as her heart sunk at the message. She hastily made way to the quickly put up shelters for the Petalburg evacuees, giving firstaid while her eyes kept straying over the crowd of scared people talking about a kidnapping from before in the year, about a giant mass of stone that came to life, about poison in the air mixed with sand.

She doesn't find Ben on the first day in this crowd, but that's fine. There's chaos as Rocket establishes dominance over Petalburg and the League simply didn't have the resources to fight back.

Petalburg is lost.

A cruel twist that she'd be caught in this region's currents so quickly, but that's not on her mind as she still clocks in somewhere to help heal where she can. But after the invasion, there has been no trace of Benji. For a few days, she tries not to worry ... there's enough other things to worry about that it might be normal.

But then ...

More time.

A week, and her superior hasn't shown up a single time.

Is he d-

It's mere coincidence that her Natu teleports her to the Outskirts of Petalburg and Petalburg Woods - coincidence as she sees the badly tended garden that she tried to rescue just a couple of weeks ago with a ritual that hasn't come through yet. He wouldn't ... or would he?

"It's Kat, Katharina," she shouts at the house nearby - a risky move in an ongoing war with the enemy being so close. But, she thinks right now, there's only one person who could possibly around ... "I swear to god, Ben, if you're here..."

benji sawyer

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Katharina gives Genny a small smile as she sits down without making a fuss and she gets to treating the wounds on her face. Her expression is one of focused professionalism, but deeper down, there's a hint of something else. Sadness, perhaps, some sort of upsetness that doesn't show in the way her hands move decisively, practiced, routined. Her touch and the way she makes contact isn't necessarily the most gentle, but there's perhaps reassurance in the confidence she has. "And there we go, well done!" she says as she finishes the last bandage. "Going with a few less bandages this time as things are healing up alright. The skin is very sensitive still, so try not to fiddle with them."

She chuckles as she sees Lucky run around so happily, as does her Audino that's taking the tray with bandaging equipment. "The plan for today is figuring out what exactly you'll need from physical therapy - we'll try some easy exercises to test how far along your natural healing process got so far, and where we need to help a little bit. Then after, we're going to see what exercises you can include in your everyday life, see if there's need for a diet plan while you're recovering."

"We'll start with your arms first, before we see about walking without the crutches." She glances at Lucky, smiling as she sees his energy, "We can maybe see if Lucky can also join the exercises, too. Think there should be some ..."

Genevieve Cromwell ooc. i hope this all makes sense :joy:

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Numbahs runs as soon as she sees the Froslass appear on the field, but it's not quick enough until her vision is filled with snow, and her blade strikes the very same. Snowflakes that part cleanly, but essentially, she's struck air. The Froslass is nowhere to be seen.

Katharina and Numbahs immediately feel the edge in the battle here, a lost cause that they can only hope to claw their way out of somehow. There's anger again, flaring and fighting with anxiety that seems to freeze everything inside her. But she has to see somehow. "You can't let the people just out there on their own," Katharina returns, having to focus to keep her face pointing towards where she thinks the other's voice is coming from. She can only hope that someone else will see that the patients won't freeze to death. She also feels herself shiver at the sudden temperature drop - even in September, Hoenn's fairly warm, so she's been careless ...

"Never seen a firstaid tent before?" Katharina scoffs then, trying to sound braver than she feels as she turns to a voice as biting as the cold. A stupid idea, too, to fuel the flame, but she can't help it as she desperately tries to think if there's a way out.

Numbahs has taken matters into her own hands now, as Katharina's too much in her own head at the moment. With the snow making it near impossible to see, she still refuses to back down. She tries to focus up, before quickly turning around herself with her Aqua Tail to attempt to strike the Froslass, or have the water freeze in crystalline spines.

MAKI YUKIMURA
post count: 3
50 MP have your character be injured by another's pokemon directly or indirectly. (freezing)
50 MP showcase your own character's weakness(es) meaningfully. (kat no use in battle rn)
50 MP have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC.

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Kat scoffs as she sees yet another masked Rocket. "At least fight head-on, cowards," she murmurs, before shaking her head. It only makes sense as even those rebelling against society can't quite live outside of it - in a different way, she's familiar. Less severe, even if she's lost many a scream about being more interested in actual biology and medicine than physics.

A simpler time, changed by a mere move.

"If that would be so easy, don't you think I would?" she retorts, the sleep-deprivation of the last days not doing her any favours in terms of thinking things through rationally. "Numbahs!" She sees the Shell Smash and needs swiftness. With decisiveness in her throw and a lack of hesitation, she calls for a pokémon that is similiar in nature. Though wavering sometimes, Katharina yet has to see the Dewott, shimmering and shining brightly from Illumina markings, falter in battle.

Still, Katharina holds her pokémon back for a moment, shaking her head. "Do we have to fight?" she murmurs, her voice half-raised in a desperate attempt to win more time, perhaps, to have her colleagues move the others, have backup arrive, to block out the silent cries of pain behind her with her own voice. "It's just one tent, and none of them will fight anytime soon." A tent that hastily has been put up after a group has been attacked, and then left behind - no one of them thought there would be another Rocket coming by so quickly again.

Her fists are balled, with her nails, despite how short they've been cut, digging into her palms.

Madeline McKenna
post count: 2
50 MP describe your character's pokeball throwing style. (decisive)
50 MP have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC.
TOTAL: 170

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Katharina flinches backwards for half a step as she sees the Rocket in front of her, but ... there's no immediate attack. Yet. It's imminent with her words, and she swallows as she pushes her chin upwards and takes a step forward - away from the first aid tent, a place that she hopes she can keep out of the fire just for the moment ... It's a very ambitious thing to distract this Rocket for long enough for others maybe to get the others to safety.

"Much appreciated," she replies with an actual piece of genuine respect that also is soured by feigned heroism. She is no champion of battle, but her movements are decisive as she indeed calls for her first pokémon - a recent addition that hopefully would give her some time to think before it's all too late. The dive ball flies with no hesitation, just like how Katharina threw it - maybe with a bit too much force, actually, to hide her trembling arm.

"Numbahs, go for it!" The Dewott coming out of the ball is shining, shimmering with faint illumina markings that seem to spell ancient poems speaking of honour. But unlike the luminescent markings, the pokémon itself wears a grim expression, holding a shell with determination as she waits for her opponent to show up - and to strike it with Sucker Punch (or shell blade, rather).

MAKI YUKIMURA
post count: 2
50 MP have your character learn to respect another character in some way. (maki not ambushing her)
50 MP describe your character's pokeball throwing style. (decisive to hide anxiety)
10 MP use a starmobile, shadow, illumina or toxic chain pokemon in your thread. (numbahs the illumina dewott)

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"Are you lost?" Katharina couldn't help but ask the Dusknoir that seems to be ... looking for something, as far as the nurse is concerned at least. The pokémon seems to regard her with thinly veiled irritation, before shaking her head. This could be the end of the conversation, but as things will have it ... "... why do you follow me now? I'm not lost," she tells the ghost that now is following her. Or maybe ...

"Well, if you want to come along, I don't mind." The Dusknoir agrees with a more amicable disposition now, taking the lead as ... "Hey, that's my pokéball- why do you have it-" Katharina quickly hurries after the ghost who seems to know that she's on her way to the super market right now. Either way, she didn't plan to capture her, but the Dusknoir surprises her and seems to have other plans entirely ...

catching dusknoir

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Katharina soon had to learn that there is no safety in war.

No space secured so that it not might fall again - else the fights would be pointless, like stones placed on a Go board. Immovable territories that build up over time, encasing the enemies' placement, encaging them slowly and steadily ... but this war is neither of that. In the blink of an eye, Katharina hears the warning shots again, the signs of battle.

"We've secured the area. It's safe here, tend the wounded."

She had a job to do, and she couldn't. There's many injured - frankly, she almost didn't care if League or Rocket - that at least are a bit farther off, a bit more towards Rustboro. Still, there doesn't seem an end to it, so much that she wonders for a brief moment what the point of it is, in the end. Could she truly alleviate such a reccurring pain when even her patients won't listen to her? She knows Genevieve Cromwell is out there, on the fields, again. Fighting a fight she doesn't feel in herself. But pushing those thoughts aside, she, like her colleagues, hastily switches mode from tending to moving, getting out of the line of fire as she has to run yet again.

A flare of anger burns away the anxiety as she turns- and comes face to face with a Rocket. And fear takes root once more.

MAKI YUKIMURA
post count: 1
50 MP have your character self-doubt or cast doubt on another's confidence/allegiances/beliefs, etc. (we won and we lost again, why this all)
50 MP reference (tag) another character that is not in your thread in a meaningful way. (GENNY NO)
total: 110

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There's much to protect as Rocket seeks to spread out from Petalburg and further inward. Mossdeep is secured, Katharina has been told, and Sootopolis is ... weird, but it's peaceful. More peaceful than here, at least. Dark circles are visible underneath her eyes as she fixes up the last injury in the tent. Just in time, it seems, as sudden cries announce the same game that she's been playing for a couple of weeks now - a Rocket attack.

"Fuck," she swears, hurrying as she tries to soothe the spooked fighters with a decisive hand, leading them towards- somewhere, she isn't even sure if there's any safe place. Her hands come to rest on her pokéballs, her pokémon all recalled for now because there's simply not enough space here. But even here, she'd seek to stand tall before second thoughts could come up, as she blows raspberry and decides to exit the tent first to face the horrors instead of waiting for them in here. "Who's there?"

Madeline McKenna
post count: 1
50 MP showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully. (face the danger head-on)
TOTAL: 60

what a weird looking arcanine /affectionately

confirm tysm !!

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A sapphire hue colours the world all of a sudden as a Primarina and their trainer perform a little show in a corner of the streets. Katharina looks over, smiling softly as he continues onwards to the super market, for once not letting himself be distracted by a spectacle. Deep in his heart, he's also not in the mood for it - but he appreciates it, a spirit trying to lift others up, even as times get dire. Art is something created in the times of "abundance", and yet one returns to it at any moment ...

skipping primarina