mind over matter

& animosity ;

#ft. jyhakyeon #para: animosity

hakyeon

he’s quiet as she thinks, letting her have a few moments to herself to really consider an answer before she replies. time is something he has a lot of when he sits in the elite four building, and he glances up at her quietly, when a reply doesn’t come after longer than he expected. but still, he says nothing, instead, observing the tears that are gathering in her eyes. he chooses not to comment – no one likes to be caught crying, he thinks. it doesn’t matter if they’re male or female, there’s something inherently embarrassing about crying while being in such a high position of power that he knows all of them (perhaps he and amy, more so than their youngest member) prefer to avoid.

“who are you really angry at, amy?” his voice remains that same, even level of calm, blinking at her quietly, leaning forward a little bit on his open book. “the child inside you is angry at jinyoung, or so you say – but is that really who she’s angry at? is she angry at jinyoung for showing up and stealing your mother’s attention? or is she angry at someone else?” his leading questions are obvious, and it’s clear the direction he’s guiding her in, but he knows that she needs this.

she needs a calm head, right now, and she can’t be that for herself. so he’ll do it for her. it’s not a big deal, and he knows for a fact that the young coordinator is as far from cocky and put together as one might never imagine him to be. he’s seen jinyoung fall apart at the seams, hastily sewn back together by hongbin’s caring hands and impatient, chastising words, all borne out of love, and he knows that the boy would never have sought attention. simply passion.

in hopes of the tears dissipating, amy shut her eyes tight, willing herself to be stronger than this. willing herself to not let the little girl in her win out over the adult she was now. sadly, it wasn’t working quite as well as she’d hoped. eyes shutting simply forced a tear to fall. only one, but it streaked down her cheek, leaving a small trail in it’s wake. amy hastily wiped it away, letting her eyes open again as she let out a breath and cursed quietly. she avoided hakyeon’s face, avoided the worried expressions of her pokemon. in truth, she wanted to avoid everything but could she? no. that wasn’t the adult thing to do.

“yes, she is angry at jinyoung for showing up. she’s allowed to be angry at him if she wants to be....but she’s also angry at her mother.” it was obvious. and it wasn’t new information. more like information she wanted to avoid, and had avoided for so long. it was easier to direct rage at a kid she never thought she’d see again, than at a woman who she spoke to now on a regular basis. it seemed wrong to be angry at her. after the attacks, it had been her mother who helped her recover enough to return to the world. had she not...amy would be anything but a member of the elite four.

“i’m an idiot. god i’m fucking...” this was not something she wanted to crumble over. but it was hard not to when it was so much more deep-seeded than simple anger at her mother. tears where falling harder and faster now, “it’s not just her it’s...i’m angry at so much more than that. hakyeon i--i can’t...i need you to promise you won’t reject me if i tell you something, hakyeon. i need you to stay on my side.”

▷wing woman

ft. @jyeunha

Amy had always thrived in social situations. Thanks to her parents being the charming individuals they where, she grew up never being shy and never having a hard time connecting with others, or pulling herself together for a formal event. And oh how many formal events she found herself in since joining the league. In fact, they where all beginning to run together at this point.

So why she was at this party, why she was draped in a silky, shimmery black gown, giving nods and smiling to the people who approached her? She couldn’t be so sure. Only that it was event for members of the league to attend.

“Eunha!”

Funny how Amy always managed to catch sight of the girl in a crowded room. In any room for that matter. There was a special spot in her heart for her, the gentle girl who seemed so awkward at events such as these. Pushing the joystick of her chair forward, Amy moved towards the girl, her gaze raking up and down her frame.

“You look beautiful, Eunha.” Amy complimented--was she perhaps interrupting conversation? Maybe. Did she care? No, “How’re you doing?” A simple, casual question. But it was laced in concern that she hoped Eunha would be able to pick up. It wasn’t a simple greeting, it was Amy asking how the young girl was doing tonight. At this social event. A way of subtly asking her if she needed a friend by her side to survive it.

#ft. jyeunha #para: wing woman

OOC // Just going to go ahead and make this post saying, if you want to plot, feel free to come to my im box! At the moment I only owe one starter, but others have stopped responding or gone inactive, so Amy needs some more interactions!

#figure this is easier than going through individually messaging people #im not the best at plotting #such is the plight of an indie rper #im better with random starters #but yes hi come to me

& animosity ;

he’s always been very good at multitasking, contrary to expectations. “i didn’t say it was your fault, amy.” he replies patiently, glancing up from his book, his eyepatch covering his missing eye and the scarred side of his face as usual. “i simply asked you if it was his fault. do you think it was his fault that your mother was, as you say, so infatuated with him?” spoken in a different tone, the words might have been condescending, but hakyeon’s voice remains level, almost curious, as though genuinely awaiting an answer from her.

“thirteen,” he muses quietly, “and you’re twenty-eight, now. so fifteen years prior… he was eight, wasn’t he then?” he thinks that if amy can truly continue to blame the still young coordinator, he’ll think much more poorly of her. it’s not anyone’s fault but her mother’s that her mother chose to act like that. he certainly doesn’t think that jinyoung had somehow managed to manipulate the woman into acting that way.

“i can understand that you’re hurt,” he says quietly, glancing up at her with a softening look in his eyes. “it must have sucked. but does this anger really help?”

#para: animosity #ft. jyhakyeon

No, she didn’t truly think it was Jinyoung’s fault. No, she was not so immature to think holding a thirteen year grudge on an eight year old was the right thing to do. But thirteen year old amy was still seeing that little kid as the thing standing between her and her mother’s acceptance of her. Acceptance that, even after Jinyoung was gone, never truly came. That little girl felt she had nowhere else to funnel her frustration, her only outlet the memory of a little boy who managed to secure himself in her mother’s heart as the ideal child.

Oh fuck. Her eyes where warming. No, this wasn’t what she wanted to do. She’d suppressed that angry little thirteen year old in her for so long. It wasn’t healthy, but it’s what she’d done. And now Jinyoung’s appearance was triggering that little girl. Making her kick and scream and want to be heard. Making her want to sob and hate all the events that led to grown up Amy’s condition.

And yes, part of it had to do with Amy’s lack of coordinator ability. She was fully convinced that if she was placed in a room with Jinyoung and her mother, her mother would absolutely lunge forward to hug the coordinator. But Amy was all to aware of the fact that there was more to it than that. The fact that Amy had gotten so close to her father, so intwined with Team Rocket...these where factors as well.

She blinked a couple times, not wanting to legitimately cry in front of Hakyeon, but it was difficult not to feel herself reeling from how much of her past had been out of her control, and yet it effects her so greatly today, “No, it doesn’t help. I know that. And I know it’s not his fault. Adult me knows that. Thirteen year old me doesn’t.” She let out a breath and shook her head, “But unfortunately, I don’t know how to fucking shut up the hurt kid inside of me. She’s just kicking and screaming and lashing out and making adult me very angry at a coordinator who didn’t do anything other than merely exist.”

▷trying to get away

ft. @jyyenny

“Ahh...seriously...”

Amy sucked her teeth in frustration as she peered out the cafe window to see a congregation of camera wielding press standing near the door. Despite sitting towards the back, despite dressing inconspicuously, despite sunglasses and a snapback, someone still seemed to put two and two together that she was there. Word spread and, Amy was now somewhat doomed to fighting past them to get to where she wanted to go. The cafe’s owner gave an apologetic look and the woman could only sigh and lean on the table.

Theoretically, she could get past them with the help of her Pokemon. But how awful would it look for her, the self-proclaimed patron saint of ‘Don’t Use Your Pokemon for Bad Things’, to have Orion use psychic powers to physically move people to the side. How utterly stuck up would that make her seem? Times like this made he regret her absolute refusal to use body guard.

Clicking the locks off her chair, Amy gently pushed the joystick backwards to ease her away from her table, then pushed it again to guide herself towards the door. Upon moving out, there was an immediate response from the press. Of course, Amy smiled, giving them a tiny wave before attempting to veer to the left down the sidewalk to a spot where she could release Coeus and ride him home.

Now, perhaps greeting the press was a bad move on her part, but it was a force of habit. Considering they popped up at her house from time to time, they know all to well Amy is more than willing to joke and interact. That is, as long as she still has the freedom to move about and they’re willing to go away when she’s done. But this crowd? Didn’t seem quite so...accommodating. They moved around her rather quickly, snapping pictures and a couple random people who’d become aware of her presence gathering for autographs and to ask questions.

“I can only stay for a little bit. Here, let me sign that--” She signed a few autographs. Posed for a few pictures. But she was soon prepared to leave. And so she pushed her joystick forward to hopefully urge the crowd to part...and no such thing happened. They gathered closer, “Y-yah...” She laughed a bit nervous, now trapped in an encirclement of people, “Since when are you people so aggressive? Seriously, back up!”

#ft. jyyenny #para: trying to get away #i kinda though maybe yenny could make the press move away from her #then be like 'omg amy!' kinda thing #hope this works for you!

& animosity ;

#ft. jyhakyeon #para: animosity

jyhakyeon

the couch always proves to be surprisingly comfortable, and hakyeon doesn’t mind reclining in it for long periods of time. amy tends to get talkative around him, something that he knows she doesn’t do with very many people, and having known her for as long as he has, he’s long used to it.

leaning his head against the cushions, he scrolls through his phone quietly, double-clicking one of his girlfriend’s pictures on instagram. her ranting is something he doesn’t need to dedicate his full attention to; she’s gone off on this topic before, but this is the first time that he’s ever really commented on it. “is that really his fault, though?” he replies quietly, glancing up at her with his one good eye, his fingers pausing for the time being.

somehow, he doesn’t think that jinyoung had gotten into the older coordinator’s good graces on purpose – after getting to know the top coordinator, he thinks he’s a good enough judge of character to assume what kind of child he had been as well. “how old was he when this was all happening, again?”

Was Hakyeon listening? Maybe. He must’ve been. Because it was nothing new for his attention to be drawn elsewhere when Amy fell into one of her frustrated rants and yet he still managed to know what was going on and have a response.

“It’s not my fault.” She retorted, glancing up from her palms and leaning back in her seat. Gaze moving up to the ceiling, she watched as objects danced over head, kept suspended up their by playful psychic Pokemon. She knew she was wrong. But she also knew she was stubborn as hell, “....I don’t know how old he was. I was...thirteen I think when my mom first brought him to the house.”

She remembered that day specifically because it was the day she’d found out she’d moved to top of the class in the trainer program. All Amy had wanted to do was tell her mother, give her reason to be proud of her, and maybe stop looking down on her for not being a good coordinator. Instead she was met with a ‘Not now, Amy’. That stuck with her.

#( ooc tag )

journeykrp-blog

Hello, Poképeeps! This concludes the trading of the eggs. The following people have requested an exchange of candies for their eggs. Listed below are the eggs received and the hatch times. Our hatch times are based on ACTIVITY, and will be determined by a certain number of interactions. The number of para replies needed to hatch an egg will be indicated by the number in the brackets, in the following format: POKEMON (# of replies needed). Please REBLOG THIS POST, all replies after this post will be considered activity towards your egg hatching!

Huang Jackson: CROAGUNK (5)

Im Jaebum: RALTS (12)

Lee Hayi: PACHIRISU (5)

Lee Hongbin: MAWILE (12)

Lee Jaehwan: MAGIKARP (2)

Lee Yejin: MUNNA (5) & MAGIKARP (2)

Moon Hyuna: SKITTY (8)

Park Jinyoung: SHROOMISH (8) & PACHIRISU (5)

Park Kyungri: MUNNA (5)

Yoon Bomi: SHINX (12) & MAGIKARP (2)

#( out of pokeballs )

blackmail; ohn ✉ amy

jyamy:

“Did what any other kid does at a trainer school. Learned about Pokemon, practiced battling, won some competitions. Graduated when I was eighteen.”

Of the many things that individuals in the past had used to describe Hani, the term ‘observant’ would have ranked high amongst the results. It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed the subtle antics of the other’s companions nor the quiet movements of the Amy herself as she drew closer to the female. Rather, she had chosen to ignore it due to the circumstances that the two now found themselves placed within. Despite the air between them developing a sort of tension rather fast, Hani hadn’t felt the need to feel alarmed nor alarm the other. After all — she was just a government analyst that had come here on ‘official’ business.

The reaction to her question left Hani confused for a brief moment. Normally, it would have been a safe assumption to assume that even the sturdiest personalities would crack underneath that sort of pressure. But because there was no such response from Amy, Hani left second-guessing herself; or rather — dumbfounded with two possibilities drifting throughout her mind.

First, it was possible that the reason behind the other’s nonchalance be that the female hadn’t actually attended in school in Busan. But this would have meant an error in the organisation’s records, which was quite a rare phenomenon. Still — these things happened and Hani couldn’t rule out the possibility of such an occurrence. If this was the case, it would have been best to accept the other’s word for it and leave with no further questions.

But if this was not the case, then Hani would have had to proceed to her second assumption —which is that for some miraculous reason, the woman sitting before her had deadened herself to the mention of such an event in order to hide the secrets of her past well. Upon a careful analysis of the other’s word choice, it was a simple yet plausible answer. But assuming that this was true and that the former option was not, then there was a lot that Amy was withholding.

She trusted her instincts.

“But you didn’t just learn about Pokémon did you?” Hani pressed further, a far-fetched attempt at goading some sort of answer from the other. “All of the alumni from that school went on to become important individuals in our society — much like you today Miss Lee.” She spoke sparingly, a lone cannon attempting to breach the walls of the other’s silent fortress. “Although this is strictly confidential, several of them have been apprehended with known connections to Team Rocket.” Hani attempts to conclude, words meshing together to formulate a thesis that she was sure the other was more than capable of deciphering.

“Are you starting to see why you’re such an interesting individual Miss Lee?”

#para: blackmail #ft. jyhani

Simply put, this was Amy’s job. Keeping up an appearance, remaining a strong-willed and somewhat unshakable individual regardless of what one might say or do to her. She was only one step below the champion, one of the nation’s most influential and strongest. Such is not to sake Amy wrote herself up as being completely impenetrable or entirely indestructible. But it would take more than vague comments to get to her.

She would not let this woman get to her.

This was especially so because, at the very end of the day, Amy hadn’t done anything wrong. Her younger years had been entirely orchestrated by her family. The truth of the school she went to was kept a secret from her until the very end. And when faced with a choice, she ran. She chose good. What did it matter what others chose after attending the school? It had nothing to do with her.

This was what Amy had to tell herself on a daily basis following the incident. It was the only thing to keep the guilt from eating away at her. The guilt of having been entrenched in such an organization for so long, and that it could potentially come back and unfairly cut her down again. She was all to aware of what the woman was trying to get emotion or information from her, neither of which amy would allow to surface easily.

“I already knew I was an interesting individual. You don’t have to tell me twice.” She said with a small laugh, “In all seriousness though--what other people in my graduating class went on to do has nothing to do with me. The point of your visit is escaping me here.”

& animosity ;

when old grudges die hard, @jyamy

staying in his room all the time is honestly unnecessary. it’s actually more common for various members of the elite four to congregate in different rooms, the arrangements always different. they spend a good deal of their time in the league building, always ready to accept challengers, but as long as one of them is there, the others are allowed to wander to different places. after all, they’ll get some notification as to when there are challengers waiting for them.

in any case, today finds him in amy’s room, the psychic type room decently comfortable, and he’s sprawled comfortably in an armchair, listening patiently to amy as the other elite four member rambles on about different topics. the one they happen to be on now is particularly interesting, as the anger in the older woman’s voice leaves him mildly puzzled – he’s sure that the younger male in question isn’t actually that kind of person.

“you’re surprisingly upset.” he comments calmly.

#ft. jyhakyeon #para: animosity

Ask Amy what even got her onto to the topic, and she’ll shrug and say she has no idea how her mind wandered to it. But whatever the reason, years of pent up frustration and annoyance with a particular coordinator was coming out in waves. Amy considered herself a relatively talkative person, but it seemed enhanced around Hakyeon. He sat and listened with such patience, that ever since their younger years of working together, she’d had little difficulty talking to him about whatever came to mind.

“Wouldn’t you be if fate decided to reinsert a thorn into your side that you thought you’d gotten rid of a while ago?” Sucking her teeth lightly, Amy knew that she as a grown woman should not be responding with such immaturity. “God, my mother was so infatuated with him. She even brought him to the house and catered to him and pampered him and bought him outfits for contests and ugh. Of all the coordinators he could have looked up to, had to be my mother.”

It was more deep-seeded than that, emotional scars burning hot on her mind and heart. Sighing, she stubbornly glanced down at her hands, jaw set.

▷ teacher’s pet

mijihun

“It just looked like you already had a large crowd wanting your attention, I didn’t want to add to that,” But, he was not about to turn down the offer to actually have a proper conversation with her if he could, and if she was sure that it was not going to be any bother. And so, taking in mind what she had said, he hunkered down a little to make it easier to look at him. He knew full well that he was quite tall, and as she was stuck in a chair it was just a bother to have to stare up at him the whole time.

He was actually quite surprised that people were willing to move out of the way for him, at least it would save him trying to shove his way to the front. It was also amusing how so many of the people were now looking at Natsuko, the Leafeon clearly loving the attention she was getting as she seemed to walk with her head held even higher than before. Chanyeol could only sigh a little and shake his head at the sight. He would let her have this, he supposed, it was not every day she got this much love from people.

“She’s also a little troublemaker,” the trainer added in a small mutter, eyes sliding down to the Pokémon for a moment. “She’s called Natsuko, and I’m Chanyeol,” he words were spoken as he took the offered hand a giving it a polite shake with a small bow. “I just want to say, it’s an honour meeting you.” Now he probably sounded like he was gushing a little, so he swallowed the lump in his throat and straightened up. “I was just wondering if you’ve ever had any problems with, uh, stubborn Pokémon,” he couldn’t help but glance down at his heels were Natsuko was now sat, “Any advice would be helpful.”

#ft. jyxchanyeol #para: teacher's pet

Sometimes she felt bad, asking people to drop down to her level. While the blame for her condition fell on Team Rocket, it was difficult for her to not be a little angry at herself for it. The eager young male was now stuck in something of a crouching position for God only knew how long while they spoke. All of her wanted to just settle in and talk to him, answer all his questions, advise however she could--but she also didn’t want to keep him in an uncomfortable position for long.

“Omo...I’m so sorry.” She laughed a bit helplessly, “I wish I had a place for you to sit or something, sheesh.” Unless they parted from the crowd and went elsewhere, that wasn’t completely possible. And considering how much of a glutton for attention the beige and green Pokemon by his side seemed to be, breaking away from the people admiring her didn’t seem to plausible an option for the time being.

Amy smiled as she shook the other’s hand, lips parting to comment on the Pokemon, but she was cut off when the young man continued on. She was used to it now, but the humble bows and varying levels of reverence people had for her was always a bit bizarre to see, “Stubborn Pokemon? Try training a Metagross, then come talk to me about stubborn Pokemon.” She commented, letting out a breath as memories of dealing with Coeus as a young Metang came to mind, “What does she do that’s givin’ you such a hard time?”

blackmail; ohn ✉ amy

There is a moment of awkwardness, and Hani retracts her hand — fingers balling into small fists as she allows them to rest along her side once more. Behind it all, two indicators alert Hani that the other is wary of her presence — a doubtful tone and the statement that follows. “Then allow me to apologise on behalf of the government for arriving without prior notice. We’ll do our best to notify you ahead of time if any similar occasions arise.” She says, slight intrigue disguised behind a facade of politeness. There was no doubt that the other was strong-willed, and Hani admired the charisma. “I promise that it won’t take long — but until then, we’d appreciate if you could cooperate with us.” Hani continues, inching closer towards the other whilst mindful of her distance.

In all honesty, the nature of this visit had in fact, nothing to do with the government. Subsequently, the information that she had come across had been in a near-buried file within the Team Rocket database denoting a discontinued operation known as the Genesis Project. Within these files, designations and directives all pointed towards the establishment of Elite Trainer Schools across the nation — all charged with the task of training a new generation of unmatchable trainers using information from Team Rocket’s battle records and brightest. If successful, the candidates would then continue on to become the vanguard of the organisation, spearheading their operations and guaranteeing success all across the nation. That is, as the file stressed, if it were to succeed. Unfortunately, due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’, the program was forced to shut down — all other information either encrypted with codes beyond Hani’s clearance level or deleted. It confused Hani, and left her struggling for leads until she stumbled across something equally as interesting.

Amy Lee, and perhaps her only lead amongst the names of those candidates that had participated — or rather, the few that had made it through the final stages of their training. So here she was, standing before an Elite Four member that had once participated in a Team Rocket project with or without knowledge of its existence. Needless to say, she was more than careful about her words so as to not betray her allegiances.

“If you wouldn’t mind, we just had a few questions regarding your education as a trainer.” Hani would speak eloquently. “As we understand, during your younger years, you attended an elite school in Busan that went on to produce very successful individuals.” She paused, searching for any sign of reaction from the other before continuing.

“Could you tell us about what you did there?”

#ft. jyhani #para: blackmail

Such emotional beings, Pokemon. Especially ones who are psychic in typing. Add to that the simple fact that Amy shares an unshakable bond with the two hovering on either side of her, and it’s nearly impossible for them to not be fully aware of Amy’s discomfort with the woman standing before them. A small, slender pink hand rested on the arm of Amy’s chair; the Gothitelle it belonged to, named Sabrina, kept a steady gaze on Hani. The woman inching closer made the limbs of the Alakazam nearby, Orion, twitch, fingers curling a little tighter around the spoons he held on to.

Out of the corner of her eye, Amy noticed these very subtle movement. And she wanted to smile. It was beautiful and comforting to her how these two Pokemon in particular where so prepared to defend. But while Amy didn’t trust the woman very much, she didn’t see her as a particular threat. Not at the moment. She rested her hand on Sabrina’s small palm, “I will. It’s a little late to close the door in your face now.”

Still....the subject of her past. Not something she was all to willing to touch on. Granted, only parts of it could be considered disconcerting. Perhaps Hani was here to speak about her life before she moved to Korea. Maybe she wanted to know about her training that took place after the attack. These where the optimistic thoughts she kept up as she listened.

An elite school in Busan...

It took every ounce of Amy’s power to not seize up immediately. Composed and gently stroking her Gothitelle’s hand absent-mindedly, she simply nodded gently. She kept her thoughts calm, so as to not panic Orion who could read her mind (and was constantly doing so), her breathing steady--no breathy hitch of surprise left her lips. Tilting her head to the side, she pushed a few locks of reddish hair from her face, tucking them securely behind her ear.

“Did what any other kid does at a trainer school. Learned about Pokemon, practiced battling, won some competitions. Graduated when I was eighteen.”

▷ teacher’s pet

mijihun

Chanyeol was a normal visitor of the Pokémon trainer school, he found it was always best if he brushed up on his knowledge as much as he possibly could. That particular afternoon after a rather rubbish loss because of some silly mistakes, he decided that he needed a trip to try and get his head back into things, and to try and teach Natsuko to give up while she was ahead. But, the Leafeon was hardly the type to listen to him when he told her to to return, so she found herself in the Pokémon Center, and he himself got a chewing out by the nurse for letting her get in the condition in the first place, like it was his fault she was too damn stubborn. Well, he supposed it was mostly his fault for not being able to control his Pokémon properly, but it was an awful job to try and iron out stubbornness.

He walked along, Natsuko trotting along at his heels, her head still held high like she was not in any kind of trouble. Chanyeol frowned a little , ruffling a hand back through his hair At least she had fully recovered from her injuries after going up against that Rhyhorn. At the time, he had been trying to go for type advantage, Natsuko being a grass type and the Rhyhorn being four times weak to it, but apparently that hadn’t mattered in the slightest as it simply mowed over his Leafeon like it was some kind battering ram. Maybe that kind of harsh punishment might be a lesson well learned to listen to your trainer, but he doubted it.

Slowing down, he paused as he noticed a group of people crowing around someone. Curiously, he started to move a little forward, halting completely when he saw exactly who it was. How he had not noticed before was beyond him. but right in front of him was non other than the fourth member of the elite four. He was struggling to keep his jaw from hitting the floor as he stood almost stunned in place, though his feet were quite eager to move forward as she actually spoke to him. “Oh-” he got out in a rather rushed tone as he moved forward, “I just didn’t want to bother you. I mean, you have a lot of people wanting your attention and I don’t want to cause too much hassle for you.” She might be a sort of idol to him, as were all the gym leaders and elite four, but he did have manners and did not like causing problems for people.

#para: teacher's pet #ft. jyxchanyeol

░ ↳ “Talking to trainers isn’t a hassle for me. I wouldn’t be here if it was.” Was the woman’s response. As the other approached, she was forced to--quite literally--look up at the young man, “You might need to kneel down a bit though. You’re kind of up there and my neck can only do this for so long.”

A laugh bubbled up, causing a smile to turn up the corners of her mouth as she did her best to not seem at all intimidating. It wasn’t unusual for people to be a bit turned of from her due to her status. But no more than a few months earlier, she’d just been another trainer like the one in front of her--and so she never wanted people to be frightened of her.

The crowd seemed to part a bit at the other’s approach, gentle murmurs filling the air as they seemed polite enough to let the young man through to speak to Amy. There was a little more chatter when the Leafeon at his feet popped into view as well. Eevee and their evolutions where popular enough Pokemon, with the more uncommon ones garnering attention, so it was no surprise the young man’s Pokemon was causing a little bit of a stir itself.

Amy’s eyes moved downwards towards it, “Hey there. You’re adorable. You probably know that already though, don’t you?” Gaze moving back to the young man, she questioned, “What’s it’s name? And your name for that matter. I’m Amy.” She reached her hand out towards him.

blackmail; ohn ✉ amy

Hani’s fingers would drum against her hardened jawline as she approaches the entrance to the Elite Four’s domain. Based at the peak of the Bukhansan National Park, its watchful gaze extended beyond the granite peaks and lush vegetation of the area — allowing it to watch over Seoul as well. This was without a doubt, a precaution that had been taken by the government if another incident with Team Rocket’s involvement were to take place. Not that it mattered much anyways — Hani wasn’t confident within the Victory League’s capabilities to protect the citizens of Korea. They had failed seven years ago — and more likely than not, they would fail once again.

But she hadn’t come to the establishment to discuss whether or not the Elite Four would be able to fulfill their oaths. No — she came to speak with a specific member about some interesting information that she had come across. In fact, she hadn’t expected to across it at all; but in doing so, realised the leverage that she now held within the Elite Four. It would be a beautiful success — because not even the strongest of people could hide the traumas of their past.

Passing by security is no trouble despite her lack of badges — the government does not question the motives of their own. In her opinion, it is a folly that will eventually lead to its downfall. Either way, it doesn’t take her long until she reaches her target — knocking on the door and pausing briefly before entering.

“Hello Miss Lee.” A false smile paints across her face as she extends her hand. “Oh Hani, Ministry of the Strategy and Finance.” She continues, a subtle vitriol lurking behind her voice to disguise her disgust with the environment that she was in. “I’d hate to be a bother but it would seem to me that the government has taken interest in your past experiences.” Hani pauses, ears listening intently for the affirmation to her next question.

“Would you be able to spare a couple of moments?”