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IND./SEL. POKEMON RP BLOG FOR PIKE QUEEN LUCY OF THE BATTLE FRONTIER. ATOP THE APEX WITH DAN.

[coiledqueen]

RE-INTRODUCING: THE FANGS OF THE FRONTIER!

Feeling lucky? New blog, fresh promo, all because she deserves it! Here's the Battle Frontier's PIKE QUEEN LUCY. 🐍

Promoted from sideblog status by DAN, this portrayal is indie, selective, and game-verse influenced!

Please read this blog’s rules (and check out Lucy's history) before interacting!

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[coiledqueen]

ooc. my rec league volleyball team is three weeks into the season and we're still...undefeated. 9-0. this is unprecedented. we are playing out of our gourds.

[r1nl1e]

[coiledqueen]

"...I'm back. lucky you."

[magnamedicina]

ㅤcain would not fault her if she knew what she was thinking of. yes, it is an organ basin, yes it has had organs inside of it, yes it is always sterilized and properly cleaned after every use. it's an unfortunate comparison, but it might not be that much different from the bowl one would throw up into as a kid and then find in the kitchen time and time again. gross, however... something that might recall a memory of childhood just the same. ㅤit is to be expected that a mortuary would carry that kind of smell, wouldn't it ? for someone like cain, it's something she hardly pays any mind to, takes care to minimize it as much as she can for someone that does not find themselves in the parlor more than a couple times in their lives. but alas, wood carries memories, or so they say. ㅤ" you had not asked previously, so i did not think to give it out. " when was the last time people asked for her name ? she cannot say. " it is cain, however. what name should i call you ? " ㅤit's a lull of conversation that she often doesn't fall into. introductions are a routine procedure — a formal introduction to establish some sense of normalcy, followed by the question of the names and how she should refer to the family or friends of the deceased... but to ask just to make conversation is something that she has not done in a long time. ㅤshe puts the water to boil in a kettle, only addressing lucy again once she has nothing left to do but wait. ㅤ" not quite... it's a job like any other, is it not ? would you say that being a mortician is, well, a mysterious job ? "

[coiledqueen]

"...cain, cain, cain," the pike queen murmurs to herself, testing out the name and finding it agreeable on her lips. with the safeguard of the basin now perched upon her lap, lucy's nausea retreats to the pleasant, drunken buzzing behind her temples. she stretches out her long legs casually, and one of her heels falls from her foot as she makes herself comfortable. languid, like a serpent. lounging properly.

"well, cain...you can call me lucy. I'm a pretty good pokemon trainer," she volunteers with a smirk, playfully, intentionally vague. here they were, two strangers feeling each other out in the dark--of course lucy would make a sport out of it. she turns her head back to fix cain with that gleaming gaze, waving a dismissive hand. "...but see. trainers are a dime a dozen. they all get their first pokemon, went to some sort of trainer school, and they end up in big cities like these with equally big dreams. it's all the same predictable stories with us."

the last vestiges of alcohol makes lucy talkative, more animated. she can't help herself. she props her chin on her knuckles, tilting her head with a cheeky little grin.

"...but you? you're the first mortician I've ever met, and an interesting one at that. what's your origin story, cain? is it a sense of duty, upholding some family business, or is it some... I don't know, fascination with death or whatever? your profession isn't exactly common, you know?"

lucy laughs, blowing some stray messy locks from her eye, her gaze lingering on cain with a glimmer of fondness. "...of course, you don't have to answer, I guess. I can just shut up and drink my tea...but I'm hoping you'll indulge me a little. talking is a good distraction."

[coiledqueen]

imagine your muse finds someone mortally wounded, and they get asked to mercy kill them. they can't save the wounded person, and if they go call for help they would end up dead, slowly and painfully.

would they actually kill them? if not, what could push them to do it? and if yes: would the answer change if the person was someone they care for?

while this is an intense scenario, I would honestly say that lucy's response would vary heavily on her relationship with the person. lucy doesn't fear death, and if a stranger or friend asks for it (specifically in the context of a no-way-out mercy kill), she'll provide in a quick, painless manner with venoms or a fast serpentine squeeze. she absolutely has the capacity to be lethal if the situation calls for it.

on the flip side, lucy is a teensy bit vengeful, just a little. she remembers the faces of those who have wronged her, left debts unpaid, or come after her allies. she's happy to leave her haters suffering, and their final fates up to chance. no favors for them.

[rekimuma]

comfortable chaos

[coiledqueen]

[coiledqueen]

@40layered from here 🪨

"oh yeah...bummer. sorry for not delivering," lucy replies, though a good-natured grin complements the expected snark. "...best two out of three?" (she can't help herself.)

"or...let me guess: vanilla shake this time. extra whip, and enough cheri berries on top to plant an orchard."

[coiledqueen]

lucy i need bail money (doesn't need bail money)

"...it's 3pm on a saturday afternoon, and you're in jail?" lucy laughs. "well. that should be a good story for later, huh."

"how much? I'll add it to your tab." (they both know that kennie doesn't have a tab)

[coiledqueen]

rock papper scissors shoot

think of rock, think of rock, think of rock--

"...I hate playing this game with you, cait," lucy grouses, still playing along on instinct and half-bracing for yet another loss. she fires scissors, hoping to misdirect the elite with her thoughts. rock throw, rock slide, rock blast...

[pridepoisoned]

[ooc. pictured above me is the logo of Pokemon's most underrated developer, responsible for developing Pokemon games specifically for GameCube/Wii: we're talking Colosseum, XD, and Pokemon Battle Revolution--aka a massive part of my entire Pokemon childhood experience...

And what are they working on now? Well, the Pokemon Company decided to task them with developing/maintaining...Pokemon Cafe Mix.

In my opinion, this is one of the greatest gaming injustices of our time. Let Genius Sonority be free.]

[danagerie]

take me BACK

[devonheir]

the queen's slow, pointed clap draws an expression from steven unbecoming of the public personage he presents -- the smirk which curls his lips has an arguable darkness to it -- and thus it is gone in a flash / whisked away behind a more proper smile as one may disappear behind a theatre's curtain. he bears her complaint without a word, unbothered as he reaches & takes one of the glasses for himself. a quiet swirl of the glass is given to examine the liquid's movement & color, and only after a satisfied blink does he move, pulling the chair nearest to him out before settling easily.

it's lucy speaks that steven cannot help the flicker of amusement from crossing his face / must muffle it by taking his first sip of the wine he'd brought. quite good, as expected. description of the one responsible for claiming her symbol alone brings a single visage to mind. there's a momentary furrow of the wanderer's brow as he tries to recall any implication of her desire to battle beyond a scope of the day-to-day...

... he knew she had triumphed over wallace, whom had been transparent enough to inform him she'd bested tate & liza as well. two badges, yes... but arguably the two most arduous to obtain for reasons pertaining to both skill with pokemon & tenacity of spirit.

( an unexpected development.)

"well well, lucy... you certainly paint an intriguing picture. i applaud your artistry in conveying the thrill i would have experienced upon witnessing such a fight." the heir's expression falls closer to a pleasant neutrality, but his eyes gain a cold glint which so readily sits within at the prospect of battle. "a run for my money is certainly quite the wager. after all, the only person to ever defeat me is the current champion..."

he sits back in the chair, and reluctantly allows one leg to cross overtop the other for sake of comfort, "... a lifelong win streak upset by a hair once, against a vote of confidence from the frontier's paragon of fortune." the hand which had so lightly held the stem of the wine glass lifts, fingers curling over just enough to poise beneath his chin in a universally contemplative gesture whilst the corner of his thumb's nail catches against the movable gears seated betwixt the ring's bevels & makes them rotate. "certainly an invigorating prospect, i will give you that much."

( but i would be more confident to bet upon her declining such an invitation... )

eyes lift from where they'd fallen to observing the sanguine liquid, meeting lucy's own as her pointed jab streaks through their conversation ... to which steven allows a practised laugh, the pondering legitimacy of his expression lost behind portrayed amusement / met only with honesty in the coming comment, "but please, i have always found badges to be an unreliable measure of skill. after all, any who ever made it to me possessed eight. decent, sure... able to best my elite four? certainly worth a look. but ultimately, no challenge as opposed to what could be assumed by such feats with battling pokemon."

his hand reaches forward, and he takes the wine glass carefully / steadies it against index finger's knuckle with the flat of his thumb. "that being the case, i am quite surprised this mystery challenger was even permitted to enter the frontier as a whole."

steven takes another sip of wine, utilizing the liquid to stave off a legitimate chuckle, all but certain of her identity.

"after all, scott -" a subtle reminder to the venomous woman that she could not place all criticism upon him, no matter how she may desire to, "- was quite certain to include in his business proposal that those permitted are to be trainers who have defeated eight gym leaders of a region." the glass is turned slowly in his hand, and he watches lucy intently, "i suppose it is not an impossible idea that your dark horse challenger was granted special permission for entry."

[coiledqueen]

granted special permission.

lucy scoffs instinctively, crossing a long leg over as she narrows her eyes, probing steven's imperious (and infuriatingly unreadable) expression for any tells, any cracks in that smug façade. none. no matter how much time passed between his appearances, steven sure had a remarkable talent for getting under the pike queen's skin.

"sure. scott's known to get...overexcited, at times," she muses, deciding to play along with the hypothetical after a sip of admittedly luxurious wine. "but, he's still got standards. nobody is supposed to get in here without eight badges--it's more of a crowd control filter than a skill requirement, really."

lucy nods, smirking. "...I imagine that's why you put up with the current system, too. you start letting any old trainer into ever grande, and I predict sidney doesn't make it a week before quitting."

"...so, as much as I love throwing scott to the mightyena, I don't see it," she continues after a comfortable pause, manicured fingers idly fiddling with the glass stem. "also, the frontier's pretty tucked away...and hecuba and big shot have been trained to fend off...unauthorized intruders. they've both pitched perfect games so far."

another pause, another sip. lucy's hand rests upon the glinting crown of vera's head, and the seviper hisses contentedly.

"...you know what I think? I think scott is big on doing favors for his friends, especially his friends with pull. he thinks you're the best thing since the pokenav." the pike queen nods towards steven, grin widening as she casually tips more wine into her glass, adding in a few drops of something from a glittering pocket flask. "...and I think setting some mystery unknown from pacifidlog loose in the frontier is exactly your m.o. that's why you're here, right? to assess the damage...?"

lucy leans back with serpentine ease, her sharp eyes never leaving her quarry, though the previously-held ill intent has mostly shifted to pure curiosity now.

"so. who is she to you? your project? your latest protégé? devon's latest twisted creation...?" she nudges him playfully with her heel. "come on, stone. indulge me a little..."

[coiledqueen]

Funny ask! Who's a character from your muse's canon that you like, but you never roleplayed before? Did you ever think about playing them? If you did, why didn't you do it? EXTRA FUNNY ASK POINTS: try to write a short drabble for them!

ohhhh GIO - I have a whole backlog of pokeblogs that will probably never see the light of day for various reasons (time being the most pressing thing) but I love taking new characters out for a spin and there's so many within this fandom who have caught my interest over the years. just looking at (side)blogs that I've created/deleted, there's:

lorelei

bertha

gabby (feat. ty)

drasna

wulfric

sun

lusamine

oleana

raihan

mustard

lebanne

& various grunts from villain teams and other ocs lol. unfortunately I think I'm hopeless. I think as I've spent more time here (aka several years) I do find myself wanting to write more mature characters. I suppose that's part of growing older.

here's that drabble for those bonus points...

when cynthia had her wings clipped atop mount coronet, it was bertha who rose to the occasion. lucian was too reclusive, flint was too reckless, aaron was just too young...nobody in the league was more tenured or dependable than bertha, and she helmed sinnoh with an assured, easy confidence that only time and decades of service could grant.

cynthia was supposed to be recovering, but found herself worrying all the same. she could be doing more, she was failing her region, she was letting the burden slip from her shoulders--

"...I'm ready to come back. thank you for everything," cynthia had said to bertha in a rushed tone, a cold sinnohan sun filtering through the champion's office. she had forced an early ejection from the hospital, she was forcing everything...but oh god, she felt so restless. felt like such a failure. cynthia needed to come back, couldn't bertha see...

"absolutely not."

bertha's answer falls gently but with undeniable firmness, the elder elite studying cynthia with concern flickering in her steady gaze, perhaps a little bit of pity. cynthia, who has already started removing the bag from her shoulder to unpack, freezes. bertha's refusal had been so clear-cut that the words of protest rising in cynthia's throat were all nonsensical. childish. no? seriously...? don't tell me what to d-

bertha tilts her head, laying a sympathetic hand on the younger champion's shoulder.

"you need to take the time to come back down to earth, cynthia," she whispers softly. "your head's still up there on the mountain. perhaps your heart, too."

cynthia tries to respond with that practiced, polished assurance...but her breath hitches instead. she feels the heat rising to her face and a growing lump in her throat. perhaps it's her mortality, come home to roost. bertha watches with understanding and a sad smile, tears shining in her own eyes as she squeezes the champion's trembling shoulders.

"oh, we've missed you so much. you must feel so tired still...come here, sweetie..." and bertha gently pulls cynthia into an embrace that feels motherly, secure, and warm. her scarf tickles cynthia's cheek, and the sinnohan paragon sags, those restrained tears finally tumbling free, that veil of impossible pressure and expectations finally falling away to reveal the wounded woman underneath. "I've got you. I've got you. it's okay."

in this moment, cynthia is just another one of bertha's proteges. for once, cynthia doesn't think or do, just allows herself to trust and be held, bertha's hand gently caressing her back as the timeless elite helps guide cynthia back down to steady, reliable ground.

you take as long as you need.

[danagerie]

quick notes on the pkmn oc that I'm workshopping, so far...

roxanne cordelia calhoun, hailing from flocessy town in unova. call her 'roxy' or 'c.c.'

currently a flocessy ranch farmhand (based on the rancher/cowgirl trainer class) and professional tauros/bouffalant rider, and has the bumps to show it -> currently learning how to raise and ride mudbray, ponyta and other 'milder' species, sometimes making trips to other regions to do so.

not very book or tech-smart, but she's absolutely jacked, so there's that. speaks with loud confidence and makes loud mistakes. definitely not a city girl and does not deal with water well.

kitt from (pokemon champions) is her older sister--get it? rox and kitt? we tried to get there. roxy, who failed out of school to help on the ranch, jokes that kitt got all the brains in the family. roxy looks up to kitt and her raising talents a lot. aside from kitt, roxy is also a member of the alder fanclub (this is a requirement if you are from flocessy town)

roxy has ridden in nimbasa's big stadium before! it remains one of the best moments of her life. after the rodeo, kitt sent her tickets to a fashion show in the city (courtesy of her boss, caraway.) originally attending as a joke and not expecting anything, roxy saw elesa strut her stuff down the runway and realized that she...might not be straight.

says 'what in tarnation' unironically. hey...it's a livin'. 🤠

[coiledqueen]

(ooc. ok who is gonna buy this baseball jersey for me lucy)

[coiledqueen]

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