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Girls Like Us
Kris frowned. This was where Suicune had told her to go. “You don’t know?”
She sighed helplessly. “I guess I’m going to have to start from the beginning.” Looking the older trainer in the eye, she extended a hand. “My name is Kessho Tenmei,” she said. “You can call me Kris. I’m the magical trainer from Johto. And I think you're Kalos’s.”
"I guess I'm your partner now."
“My… partner?”
The words echoed to her, feeling foreign, like a gust of air from another city. Who was this woman claiming to be her partner?
“Partner for what?” She tilted her head, mystified.
First Interaction Starters
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"I've heard a lot about you"
"Welcome to _____ "
"Can I take your order?"
" _____, you're under arrest"
"Looks like we're room-mates"
"IT Support, how can I help you?"
"Do you know the bride or the groom?"
"Hi, I just moved in next-door"
"Excuse me, is this your dog?"
"Help, please! Somebody help me!"
"I guess I'm your new partner"
"Oh my god! Are you okay?"
Good Old-Fashioned Violence
“Excuse you?!”
Fake? This schmuck was calling her fake? What did that even mean?! That Kris Clarity wasn’t her real name? Or, maybe even worse– that she wasn’t the real Kris Clarity? Either way, it was an unfounded claim and it made her anger flare more than it had any right to, or maybe that was more because of the other girl’s shin suddenly colliding with her own. She grunted at the contact, feeling the shock race up her spine, but did not fall; she swung a leg around before snapping it back into place, effectively catching one of the other girl’s legs between her own.
“You’d betta’ believe I’s real as crap, uddawise you ain’t even gonna know what hit’cha!!”
And she reached out, grabbing for the other pigtailed girl’s collar and pivoting her thighs in a move to throw her down on the ground, before crashing down– hopefully on top of her.
Where in the world had this girl even come from? She was tougher than Kessho, at the moment. Kris stared in amazement as the girl withstood her attack.
That was replaced with a very mild panic as she found herself being swung like a ragdoll. It took her a moment to compose herself in the wake of the other girl’s bodyslam.
“You’ve made your point. Now are you going to get off of me?”
This fight was quickly reaching the point of absurdity, a thing for which Kris had very little patience, even if it was technically her own fault to begin with. She needed to defuse the situation, yet she also needed to be in control, and she was just shy of being ready to call on Suicune and freeze the other in a block of ice in order to do that.
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“Oh, seriously?” Kris scowled as she drew back. Things had been going so well, up until this point. She had honestly begun to think the Rockets didn’t even know she was here.
Her hand twitched on her Pokégear. If there was going to be trouble, she knew she had to be ready to take decisive action—whatever that might mean. She felt the cold sea breeze on her back, pushing her toward this encounter.
“What do you want?” she asked warily. “I kind of have a mission, and you’re not about to stop it.”
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Good Old-Fashioned Violence
pxgtails:
Too crazy to deal with? Perish the thought! Kris had taken down a Team Rocket Executive with an affinity for knives. She’d put up with a man with a Suicune obsession for months! There was nothing too crazy for her to deal with, least of all a freak who stole her hair and then had the gall to pretend that she didn’t know who Kris was.
No, Kris wasn’t at all deterred by that. It just further made her angry.
“’Magical defenda’a Johto’, huh? Defendin’ from what, huh? Team Rocket? Sorry, kid, I’s got ‘dat covered. Always have, always will. An’ you t’ink you can just march up in ‘ere wit’ some dumb name, t’rowin’ words around an’ pickin’ fights wit’ ‘da real hero’a Johto? –You’s got guts.”
“And I’s gonna rip ‘em out.”
And she curled one of her hands into a fist, hurling it towards the other’s now-unprotected middle.
It was all she could do to stop herself from interrupting the other Kris’s tirade. She studied, not bothering to resume her guarded stance; the girl had already telegraphed her intention, after all. It wouldn’t be that hard to dodge.
The actual attack came with surprising speed, and managed a glancing blow even as she stepped aside. Well, that was certainly a lesson to learn about overestimating herself. She winced, but she wasn’t about to let it stop her.
“Obviously I’m not giving you my real name,” she responded as she ducked low. She aimed a sweeping kick at her opponent’s legs. “It’s not like you are, either. Kris Clarity? That’s as fake as I’ve ever heard.”
Good Old-Fashioned Violence
pxgtails:
“A Rocket?!” And to make matters even worse: “A Rocket grunt?!” The words left her tongue with a nearly palpable disgust, like this stranger had just called her one of the worst insults in the language.
“Do you know who I am?!”
“I’s ‘da Capturer Extraordinaire, Johto’s Pride an’ Joy, ‘da fuckin’ Alpha and ‘da Omega! ‘Da Ubermensch! Team Rocket’s Public Enemy Numbah One!” With each one of these she stalked closer, fists clenching and raising to an offensive position, because unlike the other, Kris likely did want to fight this stranger.
“I’s Kris-fuckin’-Clarity, bitch. Who ‘da fuck are you?!”
I don’t talk like that, do I?
If anything, the inaccuracies were even more worrisome. They meant that this wasn’t some impostor—at least Team Rocket would probably get her name right, if they were bothering to imitate her. No, signs pointed to this actually being a completely different Kris, somehow.
“You want my name?” She wasn’t going to run, so she edged closer instead. Then she raised her hand dramatically. "I am Beauty Marina, magical defender of Johto! Those with wicked hearts, beware!"
She felt absolutely ridiculous saying that, but it was worth a shot. At the very least, maybe she’d convince her doppelganger that she was too crazy to deal with.
Good Old-Fashioned Violence
Well, that was odd. No reaction to the Pokéball at all… well, apart from anger. Not a Ditto, then. The most likely explanation was that the girl in front of Kris was, in fact, human.
Problem. The girl in front of Kris… was Kris.
“No, seriously, are you a Rocket grunt or something?” She backed up a step at the aggressive gesture. She figured she could probably take the other Kris in a fight, but that didn’t mean she wanted to. But then, throwing the ball had probably sealed that deal. She opted to take a defensive stance, eyes tracking her opponent’s fists.
"Loud. Obnoxious. Looks exactly like me," Kessho wrote in her Pokégear's notes as she observed. "New manifestation of Wrath? I wasn't aware that was possible. Perhaps an altered Ditto." She got a Pokéball ready. "One way to find out."
“Hey, oy, ‘da crap you mumblin’ about–?”
But before Kris could even turn to address whoever had decided to intrude on her personal space, she felt something spherical collide with the small of her back. And when she pivoted on her heel she found a pokeball resting on the ground– which prompted a million thoughts to run through her head.
Not a single one was good.
“OY. YOU. Yeah, you, ya fuckin’ poser-ass wannabe!” she snarled at the other, teeth gnashing together. “’Da fuck’s yer damage, huh? You lookin’ fer a fight? Huh? You lookin’ fer a fuckin’ fight?!”
And the other’s answer didn’t matter, really, because Kris was already shoving up her sleeves and storming towards her.
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“What, really? Now?” Kris shook her head.
“Hey. I’m kinda busy here. You might want to move along.“
She didn’t want to be rude to this stranger, but she had detected something unmistakable, and she really didn’t want anyone around for this.
Her hand clutched at her Pokégear nervously.
wishburned:
❛ eh? i don’t think i’ve EVER seen ya before… sorry. ❜ as kyoko turned to face the other, a perplexed look painted her face. ❛ i mean, don’t worry about it - you’ve got th’ wrong person, is all. ❜
❛ that’s funny, though - people tell me i look weird, not like someone ‘ey know. but whatever - small world, i guess. ❜
Kris scratched her head. “Well, yeah, I guess. It’s just not the best way I’ve ever started a conversation.”
“So, you know, maybe we can just forget that part. I’m Tenmei Kessho. Who are you?”
Guilty as proven.
In theory.
So, uh... would anyone like to maybe arrange an RP? I’m coming up short on starters...
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Kris hesitated for a moment. “Uh, I know this is going to sound weird... but you look a lot like someone I used to know.” In fact, the resemblance was eerie. But that girl in particular couldn’t possibly be standing in front of her now, so she shook her head and shrugged. “Yeah, nevermind, sorry. I guess I’m a ditz today.”
