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mcflurry grunted in acknowledgement of his compliment, cloudy air escaping her nose.

"th-thanks. i-i do well... in the cold, mc."

either way, she had a name for the strange man, now. and a pokemon, looking at how his incineroar warmed him up. her abomasnow kept a wide berth from the fire-type.

"i'm mc — mcflurry. a-and — it's fine. i get... d-defensive with people saying s-stuff like that, mc."

in any case, it seems there was a lull in pokemon currently. a couple of them passed by, but it seemed that most of them wanted nothing to do with the icy newcomers to the area.

"s-sorry if you're cold. it's just how i train. if you want, i can try to..."

she trailed off, her meaning easy enough to interpret.

mclaren mcflurry ● hendrix emmerson   ● skip

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closed doors didn't stop her nowadays, although she always did hate what they meant she was doing.

although mcflurry tried to stay discreet as she entered the building, she always did bring a certain cold with her, nowadays. closing the door behind her to stop the sudden frigid breeze from coming in, mcflurry let out a chattering shudder, the dark circles around her eyes attesting to how little sleep she was getting.

with her teeth chattering and her eyes weary and wary, she really did look like her signature pokemon. the short woman retracted into herself, trying to stop the music from giving her goosebumps.

she felt unworthy to be in a place like this. it was far too holy for someone like her. taking a seat at a pew near the back, her gloves smoothed over the fraction of the plate she held.

mclaren mcflurry ● 1/4 mind plate

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well, that worked out. Deciding to take the initiative on the next chunk on the wall, mcflurry tried to figure out what she wanted to do with it. then, she shrugged, sending out her pinsir.

brute force should work just as well, right?

"storm throw!"

the big charged with a screech, impaling its horns into the wall and attempting to rip a chunk of it out with his powerful grip.

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NOTES:

- pinsir used storm throw

mclaren mcflurry  ● oscar clayton  ● maverick noah ryder  ● Alexei Ivanov

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ncflurry came out just fine, on her end. putting her thick coat back on, the woman nodded, assessing the new area of the cavern they'd just found.

nodding as everyone else seemed to agree on a consensus, mcflurry sent out her wigglytuff, the shiny pink pokemon bounding out of its ball.

"play rough!"

with that, the wigglytuff glowed with pink mystical aura before completely body checking the wall in a form tackle, along with the other pokemon.

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NOTES:

- wigglytuff used play rough

mclaren mcflurry  ● oscar clayton  ● maverick noah ryder  ● Alexei Ivanov

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"i... i."

the pressure. holy shit, the pressure was starting to kill her. she'd have to fake her death? she'd have to disappear forever? just like that? and — and the likelihood of being found out, all of it being for nothing —

mcflurry's heart quickened, and it felt like it was pounding into her throat. the world suddenly felt far, far smaller. like she was trapped in a little ice box trying to crush her. tears started to build up again as her retracted hand curled into a fist, white-knuckled, shaking —

and then she grit her teeth and whistled, and as the entire cavern shook, mcflurry shook her head, holding back her sobs, her face more than red from the sheer intensity of all her emotions.

"i-i'm sorry. i'll — i need a moment. i don't — i don't want to —"

before she could even finish her sentence, her own steelix seemed to swallow her whole into its mouth, and she disappeared within the snake pokemon. the steel-type levelled a glare at chu-e before digging upwards, providing a quick escape — at the cost of more of the cave actually crumbling and shifting, the tremors being felt across the walls.

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weeks later, on new year's eve, in the darkness of her own home, mcflurry did not resolve to get out of rocket no matter the cost.

instead, she resolved to try to save herself. every part of herself.

"i don't want to die," she whispered, like a mantra.

mclaren mcflurry ● Chu-e Choi  ● skip ● ending thread

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mcflurry's mind wandered. ah, when was the date and time for that, er, dating thing again? mistletoe matchmaking or something. she hopes she didn't pass by it, or she would have gotten all those presents for nothing...

either way, the wooper passed by harmlessly, and the the steelix continued to venture into the jungle.

mclaren mcflurry  ● skip ● 3 safari balls left