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Nothing to Fear || Phoebe & Natsume

Phoebe, beginning to warm up to the psychic, took a seat next to her and smiled. She gestured to the restaurant owner and ordered some miso of her own, finding herself delighting in the company of this new woman she’d only just met. Happy that the woman seemed to take pleasure in Phoebe’s presence as well, she began to wonder how she could further welcome the visitor to Hoenn. Taking the knowledge she’d just gained, the wheels in Phoebe’s mind began turning, and she came up with the most perfect idea.

“Looking for Pokemon, huh? Well…if you’re not opposed to the idea, I could help you out? I’d love to go out today, seeing how beautiful it is outside. Two girls on a quest to find psychic-types! Sounds fun to me!” Phoebe said, beaming at Natsume. She quickly finished up her soup and took the other by the arm, no longer afraid of invading personal space. Phoebe was this sort of person - once she felt comfortable around someone, she could become quite touchy-feely, sometimes not aware of the boundaries of others. However, after finding that Natsume didn’t mind the shoulder-touch so much, she decided to herself that any other sort of friendly physicality was fine as well.

The two eventually found themselves outside, where Phoebe stretched her arms in the beaming sunlight and took in the warmth. She and Natsume made their way across the land and started towards Victory Road, a dark, complex cave in which they were sure to find something like a Meditite, a dual psychic-fighting Pokemon. Perhaps that would please Natsume, Phoebe thought to herself, leading the way. Once inside, Phoebe let loose one of her ghost-type Pokemon, Nyx (one of her two Banette), knowing that they would need a Pokemon to battle what they would soon find in the wild.

From the moment Nyx entered into Sabrina’s sight, Phoebe clearly noted the small bit of anxiety that appeared on the other’s face. It was true that psychic-type trainers seemed to be a bit wary of ghost-type Pokemon, so the brunette figured it was related to type-advantage issues or something. However, she couldn’t be entirely sure and walked over to her friend. “Are you alright? You seem a bit tense…”.

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Natsume couldn't help but blink at Phoebe's enthusiasm. Her initial analysis had been correct. Great cheer. However, she could think of no reason to turn down the offer. She knew nothing concrete about the region and had no clue where to start. Having a guide, especially one as full of sunshine as Phoebe, would be helpful - not to mention a lot less lonely. "Th-that sounds great," the raven said, stammering for a quick response. "Perhaps you know somewhere around here to look?" Her eyes focused on the tanned girl across from her, even though her voice was less than certain.

Before she knew it - which was saying something, considering her abilities - Phoebe had grabbed her arm and practically dragged her outside into the sunshine. While her companion stretched, Natsume let her eyes adjust to the light. The flowers were practically copying Phoebe, stretching up as if to embrace the sun. The fountains spread throughout the city were creating miniature rainbows in the spraying water. It was the type of place the psychic could see herself living in, were she given the chance. Adjusting the bracelet on the arm that the tanned elite had grabbed hold of, she started to follow her towards the nearby mountain.

Once they reached the entrance to the cave, Natsume pulled out her Espeon's pokeball and stepped inside behind the elite. "So what is this place?" she asked quietly, just loud enough to be heard by Phoebe. "What are we after in here?" She awaited the girl's response while she watched her send out a Banette. The psychic was good when it came to keeping her emotions under wraps, but she was not so good at hiding the effort. She became rigid as if focusing too hard on something or as if completely lost in thought. The change was pretty clear to Phoebe.

“Are you alright? You seem a bit tense…”

"I'm fine," Natsume said, her tone emotionless. "I just have a history with--" She stopped herself and shook her head, relaxing a bit. "No, it's not ghost types that bother me." The raven was being drawn out of her comfort zone and her words were much less guarded as a result. To take her mind off of it, she levitated the pokeball into air about a foot over her head, her eyes glowing. Mentally unlocking it, Natsume caused the Espeon to materialize on the ground in front of her. The feline Pokemon's tail swished in the air calmly as she craned her head around to look at her trainer and mewed. The psychic trainer nodded and gave Espeon a modest smile.

"It's nothing you should worry about," Natsume said in continuance. "Please, forget I said anything. Let's be going shall we?" The psychic had completely forgotten about the questions she had previously asked Phoebe. The Banette had shaken her focus and now she was struggling to get it back. Putting the Pokeball away, Natsume and her Espeon took a look around at the inside of the cave. Without turning back to look at the elite, she asked, "Which way do we go first?"

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Dessert or Desert? || Natsume and Caitlin

It wasn't Natsume's first trip to Unova. Much the contrary, she'd visited Virbank numerous times during the course of her ongoing acting career. It made the task she had in mind - catching new Pokemon - that much easier. She already had a map, reliable transportation, and knowledge of the indigenous Pokemon. She was here specifically to catch Sigilyph. She had had her eye on the Pokemon for a while now and had already planned to go directly to the Desert Resort in order to find one. In her head this trip wouldn't take long at all.

During her stay in Hoenn, the psychic had been sidetracked from the get-go. First there had been shopping. That alone had taken up a quarter of the time she spent in the foreign region. She had also met a member of the Elite Four and challenged a couple of gyms during her travels. Natsume had gone at such a leisurely pace that by the time she caught her Ralts, three weeks had passed. While it was exactly the vacation she felt she needed, she knew that she couldn't spend much more time away from her gym - not a month per region at the very least.

This, of course, was easier said or in her case thought than done. Her travels to Virbank had only rarely led her to the mainland of Unova and her map had not prepared her for the sprawling urban streets of Castelia. Natsume was used to Saffron, which was by no means a small city, but it paled in comparison to the towering skyscrapers here. She felt the city would be a lot less disorienting if it weren't for all the people running about, but the flow clearly never ceased. Focusing, she managed to stumble out onto Route 4 with only minor bruises, a slight dizzy sensation, and a few hours less time left in the day.

Out of the frying pan and into the... sand? Even after the urbanization in the area, there were erratic gusts of wind that swept sand up into the air and threatened to overwhelm the senses - more specifically, the psychic's eyes. Raising an arm, Natsume tried to block the sand and peered out around one of her bracelets. For all her focus and mental training, she really wish she had prepared in more simple ways. A coat, a scarf, or even just a hat would have done her a lot of good at the moment. However, she wasn't going to pull a Hoenn and go back to spend her time shopping for those things. Instead, the gym leader braced herself and followed the path out to the Desert Resort.

It was slow going and, even with a paved road to follow, she was starting to get frustrated. If the gusts were consistent, she felt she could have managed it. There was nothing consistent about it; one time the wind had died down long enough that she thought it was over, just to get a blast of sand in her face. Closing her eyes, Natsume lowered her arm to her side to pull out a Pokeball. Using her telekinesis, she lifted the object into the air and triggered the locking mechanism. Once the light cleared, her Slowking lifted his head and she pulled the empty Pokeball back to her hand. With a silent command, the almost oblivious looking Pokemon gave a labored nod. Slow! KING! A blue screen of light enveloped both trainer and Pokemon as the duo had agreed to use Barrier.

Opening her eyes, she gave a mental compliment to her Pokemon and patted it on the back. Now Natsume felt like she could see - and just in time. The duo was approaching the entrance to the Desert Resort and the sandstorm was picking up in power the closer they got. In the distance, she could see a trainer with long hair entering the gatehouse with what looked like a -- Sigilyph? The psychic's gut instinct told her that this trainer might be able to give her some pointers to find one of the avian Pokemon or what the best method to catch one was. "Come on," she said to the Slowking. "We need to go catch up with that trainer."

#pinksophistication

Who are some characters/muns you'd like to Rp with, but haven't gotten the chance to yet?

Actually there are quite a few on the list. One of which I'm currently in the process of writing a starter for so I guess I can strike Caitlin/mun off the list, right? I'd love to see a Koga, I'm excited about Lt. Surge, and I'd actually be interested in more contact with the Hoenn region in general. Flannery-mun seems like a strong RPer and that's an interaction I'd like to explore.

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dolls

When Natsume was a child, her mother gave her a porcelain doll every year on her birthday. It was made very clear to her how fragile they were and that they were not to be played with, but collected and looked at. As a young girl, she didn't see the point of a doll that she couldn't play with, but she obeyed her anyway. Instead, before she began her duties as a shrine maiden, she played with her parents' Pokemon. She had few friends outside of the other caretakers in the shrine and those Pokemon.

When Natsume's psychic abilities started to make their appearance, they were wild and difficult to control. At first she broke light bulbs and other small things. Her father tried to help her train and focus those abilities and she quickly took to that training. Still, she was a young girl and prone to trying things out on her own. She had hoped that her father's training and the fear of trying something with dire repercussions would drive her to focus more strongly on succeeding. She chose the newest doll, the one with the least sentimental value, and levitated it. It was a difficult thing to do, but she managed it.

However, in the end, she let her joy of success cloud her focus and the doll dropped and shattered. Her mother and father scolded the young Natsume harshly and for a month, her duties at the shrine were much more severe. The one who scolded her the most, though, was herself. It was one of the many things in her life that drove her to her serious nature.

She still has the rest of her dolls; she keeps them for their sentimental value and also as a symbol of restraint. Sometimes there are things too precious to experiment with.

Gallade.

It might be considered convenient, but Natsume's recent trip to Hoenn was expressly for the purpose of catching a new psychic type Pokemon to raise. What she found was a Ralts and in doing her research, she fully intends to raise him into a Gallade.

Heaven.

Natsume doesn't believe in heaven in the Christian sense; she was raised on a different belief system. However, to draw a parallel between that heaven and the spirit world that she believes in, she feels like if she trains herself enough she may learn to communicate with her parents whom she believes are there. The desperation that one would normally feel in wanting to believe such a thing is not present in her heart. Natsume knows it and she only wishes to talk to them once more.

Whips.

Natsume had no particular use for whips outside of training. There were numerous things one could do to break someone's focus: loud and abrupt noises, waving things in their faces, even trying to tickle them. It just so happened that Natsume found that the crack of a whip was the most effective. It follows logically that those who can learn to maintain their focus despite that sort of interference were better psychics and that's what Natsume sought in her disciples.

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#almost scared to do this

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Nothing to Fear || Phoebe & Natsume

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The voice that came from the woman before her was somewhat harsh and no-nonsense. Taken aback by this, Phoebe instantly removed her hand, afraid of being scolded. She gulped, gathering the courage to introduce herself to the woman, a visitor to this area. It would be the appropriate thing to do, especially being an Elite, as this person could be a future challenger. Phoebe cleared her throat in a way that was not especially feminine.

“Well, hello then,” she said kindly, “Welcome to Ever Grande City: The paradise of flowers, the sea, and Pokemon!” Oh Arceus…she sounded like a walking brochure… “Eh…anyway…My name is Phoebe~. I suspect you’re a challenger of the Hoenn League, so I’ll introduce myself as the ghost-type trainer of the Hoenn Elite Four. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I wish you luck.”

There was silence from the other, and the only other noises that were audible were the clanking of cups, glasses, and forks upon porcelain plates. The restaurant owner looked on at what was taking place between the two women, curiosity glued upon her face as she attempted to go about her duties. Phoebe suddenly had a thought that this woman might -not- be a challenger, perhaps simply a lost soul who’d wandered into this small restaurant and was now being harassed by a crazy woman in scanty clothing. I…hope she doesn’t see it like that…

The brunette waited for a response from the other visitor as the restaurant’s other patrons looked on in curiosity. Phoebe slowly placed her hand back on the woman’s shoulder. “I…I hope I’m not making you too uncomfortable….” she said anxiously.

Outside, a breeze blew through the trees and caused the waves of the ocean to break upon the shore faster and harder. The sensation was similar to that of Phoebe’s heartbeat, which was gaining in tempo and force.

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Natsume put her spoon - it was really more of a miniature ladle I'm really not that into spoons - down as she listened to the woman's introduction and she nodded silently. The hand had been removed and she instantly felt a little ashamed at herself as coming off as harsh. Perhaps it was just a custom, or maybe it was just the way this particular girl was. A hand on a person's shoulder did not fit into any textbook definition of horrible intrusion once she considered it. At least, it didn't in this particular case. A person roughly grabbing her shoulder and trying to pull her around or even just smacking it the way some men pat each other on the back would have constituted an intolerable crime.

In the time it took for her to sort out her own thoughts in addition to the information this Phoebe had given her, the hand timidly touched her shoulder again and this time it elicited a smile from the psychic. "No," Natsume said, for once turning to look up at her. She was dressed in a most odd way, yet it was so suited to her skin-tone and her face, although a bit hesitant at the moment, showed potential for great cheer. "You are not making me uncomfortable, Miss Phoebe." With her eyes, she gestured for the newcomer to take a seat across from her. "If you wouldn't mind that is."

Natsume had hoped that this gesture would at least take the worry off of the girl's face. Her red eyes, honed over the years to be vacant of emotion, and the way her voice was so controlled had a tendency to make her a social wreck. Not that there weren't a few people that knew her well enough to overlook those, but strangers always seemed intimidated. Perhaps somewhere in the back of her mind, it was her fault; she wanted them to be scared. Yet it did no good in a foreign place to destroy ones reputation with the first few people she had had contact with. When Phoebe sat down, the psychic gave a slight smile and nodded once more.

"My visit to Hoenn was not intended to be a league challenge," Natsume began. "Although that was always certainly a possibility. My name is Natsume, I'm a Gym Leader from Kanto and I wanted to take a vacation of sorts; I came here to look for new Pokemon. Although I don't know their names, I've had visitors tell me there are some interesting psychic types in the Hoenn region." Calmly, she took her ladle and took another sip of her soup. Once she had taken the opportunity to wipe her mouth clean, she clasped her hands in her lap and looked at Phoebe again.

"An Elite Four member," the psychic said and with a little bit of a hesitation, bordering on a cringe, she continued, "Ghost types." Natsume took a deep breath to gather her focus. "You must be a very strong trainer, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I apologize, if I sound overly business-like, it's just the way I've had to be. Going back to what you said, this is a very lovely City you have here. I'm glad I was encouraged to visit." With a pause and a blush, Natsume looked down at her hands for a second. "My apologies, socialization is not something I'm great with; I have been speaking too much of myself. I sense there was something you wanted to ask me?"

#nothing to fear #phantom-flower #mine is pretty short too TT

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Psychic overload.

Natsume's focus was usually perfect. There were only a few times in her life where her psychic powers had gone overboard. All of which were as a child. Most of them were before she'd ever started training, and she had accidentally busted light bulbs or dropped a vase that she was trying to levitate. This was, of course, before her father realized what was going on.

The time where a true 'psychic overload' occurred was when her family was killed. It was an incident she can never forget and, at the time, could never understand. How could a girl at the age of nine fathom the sight of their lifeless parents and even the corpses of their Pokemon? She'd tried so hard to figure it all out, but in that moment, all of her father's training had seemed so pointless and she couldn't help but scream.

The problem was it wasn't just a scream. She'd forced most of the objects in the shrine to levitate and the lights flickered erratically while she threw that tantrum. Yet when it came time for the funeral, the words of the priest made her feel so much remorse for the actions she'd undertaken; she remembered that her father's teachings were for the best. She berated herself for that fit and has ever since then, suppressed her emotions.

porn

Natsume massaged her temple with her index and middle finger. She'd already heard enough of this in the past and it was starting to become frustrating. It was something she tried to put across to everyone, that she's not that type of girl. She doesn't even have sex. Yet it constantly came up.

A certain subgroup of her fans tended to ask her about it or even worse, suggest it, on every single occasion. This was part of the reason why Natsume didn't like her fame to be based on her acting career. If she focused solely on acting, she could easily be roped into a role like that just to appease the fans or, the ultimate low, make money.

Not that porn was inherently bad or evil to her, she had heard on numerous occasions that the actresses actually enjoy it. She presumed that one had to be sexual in nature to have that opinion, but it wasn't her place to judge them. Natsume was also aware that both men and women watch porn, so it's not a sexist invention in nature. Something about it just seemed to rub her the wrong way, no pun intended.

Shaking her head slightly, she turned away. The psychic had no clue how she'd feel about doing one. On the one hand it seemed interesting, from the academic standpoint of seeing where the draw to it was. On the other, she couldn't imagine subjecting herself to that sort of fanbase - to being known for taking her clothes off for everyone. It seemed like a bad reputation to her and because of that, she maintained her stance: no.

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#headcanon wednesday

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Nothing to Fear || Fuyō & Natsume

A battle was underway. The challenger was putting up a decent fight against Hoenn’s second Elite Four member, and his enthusiasm for the fight was rubbing off on Fuyō, a wide smile gracing her face and her eyes large and wild.

“Cradily!” the challenger shouted, the fight within him growing, “Use acid, quickly!”

The colorful Pokemon shot forth a spurt of sticky acid from its mouth, aimed directly at Fuyō’s Dusclops, Maka. Fuyō thought immediately of her next move, shouting at Maka to use “protect” in order to defend itself from the acid that had been launched in its direction. Though she had absolute faith in her ghost Pokemon and knew the move would work, she still held her breath as the acid rained down upon Maka and simply ran off of its body. Fuyō turned her attention back to the challenging trainer.

“This is the big leagues, now, kid! If you really think that’s going to work, you’ve got another thing coming!” She smiled. It was true that the young woman was typically kind-hearted and polite, but in the case of battles, she loved attempting to psyche out her opponent with words. Even better than words, though, was her small stature and “cutesy” appearance. Nearly 100% of the time, when a challenger entered the doors of her chamber, they were taken aback by her appearance, not expecting much at all in comparison to the other Elites. How wrong they were, as they’d soon find out that Fuyō could definitely handle whatever was thrown at her and give it right back to them. Not only that, but her special ability to communicate with her ghost Pokemon gave her a great advantage indeed. She could always tell how they were feeling during battle and reacted in response to those feelings, making the team quite strong.

Looking on at Maka, Fuyō sent forth a question, “Doing alright then?” and felt the Pokemon respond within her soul: Yes. Let us go on.

She grinned, ready to give the next call, “Okay Maka, use shadow ball!” She knew this was it - the final attack. And as though a premonition, she had been right. The attack hit the opponent’s final Pokemon, Cradily, and it fainted on the spot. Visibly upset and confused at having been beaten by this tiny woman, the challenger simply stared open mouthed at her for a moment before running to tend to his passed-out Pokemon. Without saying a word, Fuyō retreated to the darkest corner of the room and watched silently as the trainer exited back through the door in which he’d entered. The Elite was exhausted and thankful that he’d been the last opponent of the day. Silently, Maka picked up her trainer and the two exited the room through the same door.

Once outside of the league, Fuyō dropped down from Maka and called her back into a Pokeball, starting down the hill towards town. She was absolutely famished, and decided to visit her favorite restaurant in Ever Grande, a tiny ma-and-pa joint with the kindest owners and the most delicious food. After making the short journey to the restaurant, Fuyō opened the door to find only a handful of people, one of the owners kindly talking to her patrons and waving at the Elite as she entered. Fuyō sighed happily, glad to be in a place where she was familiar with everyone and felt safe - the people here in Ever Grande knew her and cared for her, and those things meant the world to the young woman. As she took her seat and looked around once more, smiling at friends and acquaintances, Fuyō’s eyes suddenly became set on the back of a woman, her hair long and dark in color…someone the Elite had never seen. It could have simply been any ordinary trainer, and yet…not many people outside of the city knew of this place. Even from the back, Fuyō could sense something special about this woman, could feel an intense sort of power issuing from her. Curiously, she stood up and walked over to where the other sat, slowly placing her hand on the stranger’s shoulder and beginning to speak.

“Hello, I’ve never seen you around here before…”

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It was difficult to say why Natsume found herself in Ever Grande. It'd be interesting if it hadn't been so spur of the moment. The psychic had originally shown up in Hoenn to find herself a Ralts. Instead she found some rather relaxing scenery and decided to take her time. Lilycove City, despite its size had quite a few detours available and she took her time in the Department Store.

Her first stop was Pokemon accessories; she wanted to be stocked up on potions and pokeballs before she set out for her target destination of Petalburg. Natsume even went so far as to buy a few full heals, in case she decided to test out the Hoenn League Circuit. A psychic though she may be, the dark-haired woman was well aware of the saying, "fortune favors the prepared mind." This wasn't the time consuming part of the stop.

It was the clothes section.

While she wasn't particularly impressed with their fashion in general, there was so much to choose from and she found something she liked in practically every clothes rack. In addition to that, Lilycove Department Store was having a New Year's After sale; most of the stuff she looked at was at least 50% off. Natsume was a sucker for a bargain. Three outfits, two pairs of shoes, a belt, some cute socks, 200 pokedollars, and almost three hours later, the Psychic was carrying her bags and leaving the store, only to find that her stomach was growling.

This is where the story ends up coming to EverGrande. After she decided it'd be a good time to eat, she saw plenty of restaurants here, but nothing that particularly caught her eye. Natsume asked around, looking for perhaps nearby towns or maybe local specialties that she had just overlooked. One elderly man seemed more interested in her top than her question, but he did finally manage to tell her about the specialties in Lavaridge. After a short, stern lecture, Natsume made a mental note of the town and went to ask someone a little more focused. That's when she heard from a trainer about the restaurant in Ever Grande - a locally owned shop with their personal recipes. The psychic nodded in a short form of thanks and was on her way.

Getting to EverGrande was quite the trip, but she managed to secure a ship to take her there. Fortunately because it was local, it only took two miserable hours -due to her stomach - to reach the City. Once there, she was amazed that such a delicacy could exist in such a, well, grand city. It was a beautiful place and Natsume was glad she had decided to go there. It didn't take her long to find the restaurant as she passed by a few people and picked up some thoughts from them on its location. It didn't look special, but the psychic figured that was probably what made it special.

And that's the story of how she ended up in this little ma and pa place in EverGrande City. As the dark-haired woman sat in silence over a bowl of delicious looking Miso Soup, her bags to the side of her, she picked up thoughts of curiosity and an interesting lack of hesitation behind her. Only moments later, the subject of these thoughts had approached her and put a hand on her shoulder. A gentle, feminine hand.

“Hello, I’ve never seen you around here before…”

Natsume closed her eyes, almost agitated at the intrusion, but her frustrations were assuaged by the relative politeness of the greeting and the fact that she hadn't been forceful with the hand on her shoulder. Maybe it was just a Hoenn thing. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and blew on her soup again. Leaning back up, she nodded. "I just arrived here a few minutes ago," she said, social interaction not her strong suit. "So I suppose you wouldn't have, I'm not from this region. Oh, and hello." The psychic did not turn to look at her female visitor, only acknowledging her with her words, but she made no move to remove the hand from her shoulder, thinking it was likely that the woman would do that on her own soon enough.

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Have you starred in any "dirty" movies?

Her possibility of starring in porn seemed to be a popular question today. It was almost as if they'd been looking for it in the past and wanted to take the easy way out and ask the actress herself. Natsume pursed her lips a bit and simply shook her head. "Again, I think that's wishful thinking on your part. I'll have to take that as a compliment that so many people want to see me naked."

I'm pretty sure i've seen you in a porn...

Leaning forward, she rested her cheek on an outstretched hand. Her mischievous side was showing as she grinned and fanned the fire. "Oh really, and which one was it?"

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