the cerulean siren.

magnificent to the eyes   and will rip your throat out        if you get too close ✗ ariella glasse ◦ ✲ Agron Region ◦ ✲

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kasaikogo:

Maybe choosing to come to Kanto wasn’t the brightest idea in hindsight it seemed like right now.

Well, it’s more like she wasn’t expecting to get herself into this situation. If anything, it’s her fault that this was happening right now.

Traveling had always been something she enjoyed (and she was a Pokemon trainer, why wouldn’t she enjoy it) so exploring around Kanto had been an idea she had for a while. Sure, she’d been there several times already, but there was always something new to find. A region was never without something new to offer with each new visit.

Besides, finding the off beaten paths was just something that she did. If anything she took time exploring, something that might have been just from her being younger and wanting to see as much as she could. Old habits died hard, though at least this was a good one.

At least the path here by the mountains had been a good find. Wild flowers and nearby Pokemon around made the area seem more alive (or maybe it was just her being her usual self and being sappy around Pokemon). Then again, she did love nature and Pokemon, so it probably was just Emilia being Emilia. Like there was anyone around to tell her otherwise really.

Though maybe she should have paid a bit more attention to where she was going, considering she had tripped over something, more than likely a Geodude and could feel a gash on her left knee. This was bad, there wasn’t anyone else around and she wasn’t prepared for something like this, though she probably should have.

Hearing someone calling out, she looked up to see a woman younger than her approaching. She mentions something about having bandages and smiles at her slightly. Thank goodness someone was around to bail her out in a situation when she herself wasn’t prepared (at least this time it was better than the last time she had been unprepared, she shivers slightly at that memory).

“Thank you,” she replies, slowly bringing her left leg into a position that would be easy for the other woman to get to. Speaking of, she does seem somewhat familiar to her, even if she doesn’t know all the league members off the top of her head; she can recognize their faces a bit. “I know this might seem a little out of the blue, but do I perhaps know you from somewhere? You seem familiar but I can’t place where I could have seen you before…” 

         Between the newly-born wild flowers, there was one steep hill that travelers would have to climb before they would come to summit entering Mt. Moon. It looked harmless enough, save for the rocky outcrop one could see up ahead, but even then it gave the illusion of wholesome. Streams of cool water fell into the small river near the crag, clear and welcoming from the reflecting of the sun -- the bright-colored Butterfrees were an added touch, searching for nectar while enjoying the view of the valley below. 

         Ariella glances at their surroundings as she searches her belongings, features insouciant and nonchalant. It was a beautiful sight, but one she'd seen so many times before in her lifetime. It was a route often traveled in her younger years as her parents occupied both cities between the mountain range. It isn't until the female finally speaks, her tone sheepish at first as she express her gratitude before it turns inquisitive, before the marmalade-haired trainer regains her focus on the situation.

         She tastes resentment on the tip of her tongue. It bubbles at the back of her throat, anger and disappointment building as she listens to the other turn over the idea about where she'd seen her before. She debates screaming, lashing out at the other for their inept inability to properly discern where their paths had crossed. She decides against it in the last moment and swallows down the sudden bout of spite. It tasted bitter.

          " I'm a member of the Kanto League, " she states, biting back the urge to express her sudden loathing. 

         Once she's secured a bandage from the contents of her supplies, she tugs on the opening to reveal the strip of gauze-like material. She holds it between her middle and index finger, using her thumb to hold the corner of the messenger bag as she searches for an antiseptic with her opposite hand. She locates it in a matter of seconds, freeing it from a pocket space along with a cotton compress. 

          " I'm the Leader of Cerulean City, Ariella, " she elaborates, though her tone seems more exasperated at the title than it should have. She furrows her brow, feigning absolute concentration as she tries to wade through another outburst.

          " This is going to sting, " she says, soaking the dressing in the clear sterilizer before she presses it against the open wound. The cotton round stays secured on the lesion for a few seconds before it's removed, replaced with the large plaster and smoothed down. 

         Ariella moves away, gathering up the bloodied supplies and stuffing them into a makeshift waste bin she had at the bottom of her luggage.

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casteriisms:

Uttering a quick thanks, Sorcha throws her hood up and heads down the path. As the cold rain falls around her, she can’t help but compare it to the warm, heavy storms of her hometown. Storms that kept even the most weathered of sailors safe in their beds, moving fast and rolling with unstoppable intent as she watched from her kitchen. Feeling a soft nudge, she glances down at the small water pokemon at her feet and smiles at the curious expression on her face. “It’s nothing - I was just thinking I can’t wait to get out of this weather.” 

At Corsola’s quiet noise of dissent, Sorcha stoops down and gathers the pink creature into her arms. “I think we’re almost there in any case - isn’t that the place just up there?” Pushing wet bangs out of her face, she sighs in relief as the Cerulean Gym fills her vision. Only the creaking door greets her, that and the overwhelming smell of the ocean. Without thinking, Sorcha begins to explore - heading deeper into the gym and moving closer to the familiarity of her home. 

Sparkling, blue water greets her and she can’t stop the small cry that escapes from her as she kicks off her shoes. In her excitement, she fails to notice the woman swimming in the same pools that has captured her attention. Letting out all her pokemon (save Mareep) Sorcha plunks herself right on the edge and lets her feet feel the warm, salty water. She had been splashing the unfamiliar Magikarp, giggling as it dove through the small waves when then previously unnoticed woman’s voice cut through their fun.  

“I’m sorry,” she says with a sheepish smile. “It’s just it smelled like the ocean and I had to find the water and I haven’t felt the salt water in a couple months and now I’m rambling - again, sorry.” At this point, her face is tinged pink and her words are coming out at a few miles a minute. Taking a deep breath, she rubs the back of her neck and sighs. “I’m Sorcha - it’s nice to meet you.”

         Surrounded in every direction by the twilight blue ocean as it met the grey clouds on the horizon was like being shrunk to a nano-scale. Lost in a perfect circle of blue, oftentimes both inoffensive and benign, one could find themselves in such a position forever. In the vastness of the ocean, it was an almost effortless task to lose oneself.

         As she listened to the cacophony of voices and splashes, however, the Leader came to terms with the fact that she was no longer adrift in an expanse of sea. That she could no longer separate herself from the reality she now faced. She glowered at the young girl on the western side of the waters edge, though her irritation was short-lived as she heaved a sigh and swam to the ladder where she promptly lifted herself out of the pool.

          " Ariella, " she responds, her introduction as cool as the marble tile, lithe frame crossing the distance between them. She reaches out on a nearby bench, nimble fingers grasping the corner of a towel she'd left out. She runs the material between her thumb and forefinger before she wraps it around her shoulders. 

          " I'm not accepting challengers, " she states after a second, patting the sides of her face with the ends of the absorbent cloth. It was rare for her to deny a battle, but her companions were exhausted from strenuous battles from days beforehand-- the need for rest was greater than one to triumph. 

          " I don't mind you splashing around in the pools, " she follows up, amethyst hues drinking in the appearance of the other female. Even though she chided herself for allowing another occupant to intrude, she didn't have the energy to protest nor did she have the drive to chase her out. She blamed the melancholy feeling that had come about when she'd been sinking to the bottom; the tightness in her chest had not alone been from a lack of oxygen, but from something more emotional.

         Ariella watches as the Pokemon who had swarm at Sorcha's feet soon returned, no longer hesitant to wade on the opposite end as they had when their trainer emerged from the blue depths. For a brief moment, she smiles faintly, but it's no sooner gone than it had appeared.

          " There are some towels over there, " she says, gesturing towards another folded mass of white in the distance. " You can use them for your Pokemon as well. "

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      kasaikogo

         The makeshift path taken through the meadow was as visible as any other trail could be in that of a fresh snowfall. Inflexible in their apparent dryness, the tall grasses were flattened from the far outskirts of the hedgerow towards the canopy of woodland leaves. Drinking in the shade that it provided, one could see the profile of some woodland Pokemon lounging underneath the comfort of the towering trees.

         The route was far from what she had imagined; ragged and bent, not at all the straight line she had assumed it would be around this terrain. She marvels at her surroundings, entranced by the cacophony of color on the fading green – wild flowers bunched together in purple thistles, blue cornflowers and red poppies.

         It wouldn't be long before she reached the base of the mountain. She could already see the faint outline of the mountain rage ahead, about forty miles to the south. It was a craggy grey face more steep than one could imagine by simply looking, a backdrop to the attractive scene that had no coordination.

         Past the tall asters that stood proudly with their yellow centers, there was a a trail that snaked around the side with a sheer drop to the right.  If one looked closely enough, they’d be able to identify a few trees twisted out of the side of the precipice with leaves as hard as thorns.

         Ariella heaves a heavy sigh as she approaches a more rugged portion of the trail. 

         While she would of much rather been either spending her afternoon training, she had reluctantly agreed to meet her father in the neighboring town. She was positive it was for something trivial -- he had insisted that she make the trek to see him as opposed to a simple explanation over the telephone. Surely, him just simply telling her what it was he needed would be too convenient. 

         Nearing the crossroad towards where one would head towards the summit of the mountain, she suddenly takes notice of another traveler. There, positioned on a cluster of boulders off to the side of the path, they sit with a large gash situated across their left knee. She immediately assumes they must of tripped over a Geodude. What an idiot.

          " I have some bandages, " she states as she approaches them, though her tone seems more exasperated than concerned. The young woman slides the strap of her messenger bag off her shoulder, slender fingers reaching inside as she searches for some plasters and disinfectant.

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       casteriisms

         Beneath the expanse of salt water chlorination, she could feel her senses were altered; the sounds were sluggish, the light blurring into a soft and diffused glow. 

         It was a makeshift attempt at mirroring the ocean. She'd designed a simple replica of the fluidity of life that lay far below the waves, even if there was no sandy bed that sat at the bottom. There was the sense of freedom and levity though, feelings that she assumed had perhaps lead to the first tales of merpeople -- the longing to swim forever and to never return to the surface above. 

         It was truly a three-dimensional world; one where she felt as free as birds in the blue firmament overhead. It was all irrelevant -- the stress she'd allowed to build up over the years, the dull, but familiar nagging at the back of her mind that she wasn't good enough and the pressure that fell across her shoulders. Beneath the depths, everything seemed insignificant. 

         The filtered light caressed her skin, and she wished she hadn't needed fresh air more than she ever had before. With the increasing pressure as she sinks deeper towards the bottom, she feels her heart rate rise and the salt water grow thick against her limbs. She considers lingering for a few moments, unwillingly to part with the solitude, but the human need for unfiltered rays and fresh air pulls her upwards. 

         Ariella breaks the surface, quick and powerful strokes allowing her to meet the world above in a matter of seconds. She sucks in a deep breath, tangerine strands clinging to her cheeks and temples. 

         She moves towards where the ladder is positioned on the left side of the chlorinated mass, but something out of the corner of her eye catches her attention. She turns, purple irises searching the surface until it meets where some of her companions have gathered on the eastern corner of the pool -- there, within the huddle of water-types, sits a trainer with their feet lapping against the water. 

         Ariella feels her face burn a deep calico. She couldn't deny she was irritated that someone had invited themselves in when the GYM was clearly closed, but she found herself more so embarrassed that she hadn't realized that they had entered to begin with. She should of noticed it was strange that one of the Magikarp hadn't insisted on swimming near where she'd been sinking. 

          " We're closed, " she snaps, head whipping towards them as her voice echoes off of the tile. She'd only wanted one day where she didn't have to worry about her obnoxious relatives or energetic trainers that demanded battles.

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