tempered;

— steel won't be made rusty. [used to be part of wild encounters] Um, I'm Jasmine, the Olivine City Gym Leader.

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johtorocket replied to your post:[[MOR] bye guys, i’ll be back someday~

Take care avita!!!!! LOVE YOU

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bye guys, i'll be back someday~

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Strobe | Morty & Jasmine

[ecruteakmystic]

Pure, agonizing pain exploded everywhere. The rancorous bunch of spirits that invaded his body heavily assaulted his mind as they tried to fight for dominance. Memories of their personality, past life and cause of death overwhelmed his own, suppressing them to the deepest pits of his subconscious. He physically felt the changes in his body - woman, man, young, old - tearing him to pieces. Though, it paled in comparison at the various explosions of torment as he relived the anguish of a soul being ripped away from its vassal.

Oh Arceus it hurts so much. Please make it stop! PLEA-

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"Er… I’m sorry if I brought up a touchy subject. I, um, hope I haven’t offended you in any way." Jasmine’s voice, sudden but extremely welcoming, resurfaced him from his submergence within dark, unpleasant memories that bubbled to the surface. Morty blinked once, twice before his fingers massaged his stressed brows as a headache threatened to appear.

Did he really just had a flashback of that incident, awake and in the presence of company? 

All he remembered was the utter disgust for that vile drink after he recovered. Never again would he dare touch alcohol for as long as he lived. The consequences this time would be far too damaging and the blonde feared that no amount of therapy would keep him from spiraling down the chasms of insanity. 

"It’s alright. You didn’t know," he replied, trying his hardest to make his smile genuine again. Inside, the blonde was in deep turmoil with his myriad of emotions. Confusion at the odd moment for that flashback - perhaps it had been triggered, but never before has it been so vivid. Embarrassment at himself for making Jasmine uncomfortable. Fear at the possibility of it occurring again as it would be a whole lot worse now with his increased power. Insecurity at his own persona.

Subconsciously, trembling fingers desperately gripped the thick woolen scarf - his security blanket. His only thread of sanity at one point - for reassurance. This may looked odd but he didn’t care at the moment. All Morty knew was that with this scarf, he was truly him.

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Jasmine blinked. She opened her mouth but the words she wanted to speak died in her throat, leaving her just sitting there stupidly, like a silent statue. I... I'm such a fool.

It was obvious that Morty was still embroiled in a battle with the ghosts of his past, and Jasmine (suave as ever) had just forced him to confront a troubling subject. Why couldn't she just have talked about something mundane, like the weather? A safer topic of conversation than alcohol?

She sighed. This was why she never had any friends; she was too stupid to even hold a regular conversation, too insensitive to other people's feelings. There she was, talking to a someone who might have become a friend, only to screw up magnificently.

'It’s alright. You didn’t know.' She looked up at him, eyes wide, only to see a pained smile that didn't look like it quite fit on his face. When he reached for the scarf wound snugly around his neg, his fingers trembled. Jasmine dropped her gaze down to the mahogany bar, cursing herself for being so callous. "I-I'm very sorry."

There was something dark and deeply personal buried in Morty's past, and Jasmine knew she had no place knowing what it was. All she could hope for was to make amends. "We've only just met and I have already made you uncomfortable." She looked around the room. The situation was getting desperate, she had to change the subject right away—

"Oh! Er, the band has started playing." She paused. "It sounds like a waltz." She hopped down from the barstool, straightened her gown, and cleared her throat. "Would you, um... like to dance?"

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Gold?

"He does understand me in a way others can’t. Not many people have really tried.

Gold is... a wonderful person.”

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MORTY. //giggles

"U-um, he’s certainly quite, er, handsome… and he has been kind so far. But it just wouldn’t be appropriate—"

//HE’S A CUTIE

[wishingwellrp]

Try to guess who my character's crush is!

If you win, I’ll publish it!

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The Taste of a Poison Paradise {AU} | Touya & Jasmine

[neutraltruth-deactivated2015012]

Classes were boring. Plain and simple. That was the bottom line and that was how it had been since he’d got here. Touya often wondered why he was even there. The stupid tests were pointless and the goddamn teachers were no help whatsoever. And the after class crowds? Not worth it. Not worth it at all.

But, as they say, ‘thank God it’s Friday’. Or… something like that, at least. Though, it wasn’t like Touya had much of anything to do. His room-mate was possibly the most annoying person in the entire world, so he figured it was best to avoid that whole area until he could put up with said annoyance.

So, what did he decide to do? Well, what would most people decide to do in that situation? Take a walk? No… Well, that’s what Touya did. He simply took a stroll; he left his room not long after entering. However, considering how cold it was, he regretted his decision not five minutes after he’d set out. “You’d think headphones’d work but noooo. If he didn’t need constant attention all the time it wouldn’t be that bad.” Rubbing his hands together, hoping to generate some kind of heat — a futile attempt, really —  he settled for shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Goddamn cold.”

Walking down the steps, he glanced to the side when he heard a fumbling. Eyebrow raised, he hopped down the rest of the steps until he reached the fumbler. “Y’know it… Really wouldn’t be my problem if they were but… Since you’re certain they’re not… Why d’you have’m, if they don’t belong t’you?” He kicked his foot against the concrete of the steps in order to generate some heat as he awaited some form of reply.

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Oh. She'd expected to get yelled at (by a professor, maybe, since all the students were supposedly indoors) but a voice like that couldn't possibly belong to a stuffy old authority figure. She supposed that she should look up, make eye contact or something, but she was still scrambling to pick up all the stupid cigarettes. "Um..."

Her gaze darted over to the stranger's shoes: athletic-looking, and slightly worn; definitely not what a professor would wear. "Whitney— er, my roommate — gave them to me." One by one, Jasmine shoved the cigarettes back into the box. "Stress relief, my arse. These things are sending my blood pressure through the roof," she muttered.

She peered up at him from under eyelashes heavy with snowflakes. "I'm guessing you're a student here...?" Her eyes dropped from his chocolate hair and eyes to his clothing, and she scrunched up her brow. "Is that all you're wearing? You must be freezing."

She stuffed the cigarette box into her messenger bag and stood up. "Um, sorry if that sounded rude. I guess I'm... not very good at talking to people." Jasmine cleared her throat and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to fight off the blush dusting her cheeks. "My name is Jasmine."

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"this is good in a bad way" | Jasmine & Gold

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Vaguely, Gold is aware that Jasmine is speaking, but her words sound muffled as she thanks him for what, he thinks as he stares out towards the horizon some distance away from her; tilting his head to see her better, she looks melancholy like this: such a sad happiness. With Jasmine, he’s always seen the screaming, crying girl hidden in the cage of a person. Jasmine’s never been one to fool him, mostly because she’s so alike him in that respect. A silence settles over them, and Gold takes a running start out of the water and towards Jasmine. 

When he reaches her, he picks her up with his hands on her waist as he twirls her around once, then twice; her dress billows and then collapses against her skin: silhouetting her beautiful features. Gold’s eyes don’t stay on any one detail of Jasmine, and instead he places her on the ground and leans in to press his lips against her temple. “I’m always with you, Jasmine,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in her hair.

"I’m just on the other side of those bars that are restricting you, and I’m going to help you overcome everything." He carefully untangles his fingers before scooping Jasmine up in his arms as he walks back into the water, which is freezing, but it isn’t cold enough for either of them to get sick unless they stay out here for hours. 

"I’m gonna drop you," he chuckles as he mocks dropping her into the water. The hem of her dress trails across the surface of the water, and Gold watches as her heels brush the frigidity of the water as well as her dress. "Ready?" He asks a moment later, but this time he does drop her, and goes under himself. 

Coming up for air, and pulling her with her, he dissolves into a fit of chuckles as he feels himself shivering at the cold water. The sun is warm and hits them, but the water makes him want to curl up in a blanket. Jasmine’s face appears to be irritated, but her hair is covering most of her expression, which only causes Gold to laugh harder.  

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Belatedly, Jasmine realises that her mind has slipped away, leaving her body standing knee-deep in the ocean while her thoughts wander, roaming the skies, searching for just a sliver of solace. Jasmine's spent so much time being happy and sad at the same time, and she doesn't know what that even means, but she knows that Gold would understand how she feels without her having to explain.

The silence that has fallen over them is shattered when a series of splashes jolt her out of her reverie, and in a matter of seconds a laugh tumbles out of her mouth as Gold lifts her up and twirls her around. Jasmine rests her hands on his shoulders as he sets her back down, her eyes closing shut as he presses a gentle kiss to her temple.

'I’m just on the other side of those bars that are restricting you, and I’m going to help you overcome everything.' Jasmine almost want to cry; it's been so long since someone's really noticed her, let alone acknowledged her. She wraps her arms around his neck as he scoops her up, and she can't hold back a squeal when he threatens to drop her into the freezing seawater. "No, Gold—!"

She breaks the water's surface with a huff, swiping at the hair plastered to her face. "I wish you wouldn't have done that, it's so cold— oh, stop laughing!" Jasmine's irritation dissipates as she dissolves into a fit of giggles, turning to face Gold with an unabashed smile. "You can be so childish sometimes. It... makes me happy to see you like this."

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i'm sorry replies are taking me sooOO long, the first few days of classes are seriously kickin my butt

hopefully i'll be on here (and on skype) more this weekend..?

i owe Gold and Touya. sorry for the wait u guys wehhh

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Chainsmoking at a Funeral {cyberpunk!AU} | Silver & Jasmine

[eolithium]

Her shaky promise lent comfort to the redhead, his fists that leaned on the desk behind her for support now creaking mechanically as he retracted it, attention now brought back to the gadget he had momentarily forgot had become his new apparition. Again, she coaxes surprise out of the hard-hearted boss with her gentle words, and inwardly, Silver cursed at how such a … quaint heart like Jasmine’s eroded the will he thought had been cast like a stone.

Tell me exactly what you need from me, and I will help you to the best of my ability. Slowly, he is convinced; though his grey hues remained cold and unfeeling against the alloy fingers before him. I am not weak, so do not feel the need to shelter me. 

She sounds like deceit; and suddenly the redhead felt weary and wary of the sweetness. After all, in this time and age, even as Jasmine’s words reach to reassure him once again – I will not betray you – can one trust the words of someone? Or anyone, really. 

“Delilah.." he murmurs with a half-hearted smile, conflict riding beneath the calm expression he put on as he considered the earnesty in her eyes. The sign of a good liar – a disarming smile; an owed favor. A vision of clement, imperceptible mercy—

"Swear it."

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She expects him to believe her instantly. Instead, he turns a merciless gaze on her.

The resolve in her eyes that was once hard is now wavering, and like molten steel, Jasmine feels herself begin to cave. Her gaze flickers from one spot to another as her spine curls ever so slightly. She feels like she's shrinking; it's as if her ribcage is collapsing in on itself and she's just getting smaller and smaller and—

'Delilah.'

She has to strain her eyes to catch it, but she's sure she heard him correctly. A word — no, a name — that must carry enormous significance for Silver to mutter it in the middle of such a heated conversation. What could that mean?

She has no time to ponder. He's already surveying her with a neutral expression, and once again Jasmine is left to curse his face's ability to give nothing away. 'Swear it.'

So it seems that he doesn't believe her. "I swear on the graves of my mother and father. If I betray you, you may execute me." She clenches her jaw, takes a step forward so Silver has to tilt his head downwards to look at her. "Who is Delilah?"

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Strobe | Morty & Jasmine

[ecruteakmystic]

“It’s nice to meet you too, Morty. Um, if I remember correctly, you use the Ghost-type, right?” The smile on his face widened just a tad further as she assessed his position and favored type. Though, it would be weird if she didn’t know since they’re members in the same League under the same Champion, the Dragon user Lance. Rosy red tinted her cheeks after she stammered out those words. Perhaps she was embarrassed or the heat was getting to her.

Even though the lavish hall had air conditioning, their seats at the bar proved to be a tad stuffy for his taste. Absentmindedly, smooth fingers loosened the thick fabric of his signature scarf, revealing the fair skin hidden underneath. Not realizing the state he induced Jasmine in, amethyst eyes briefly followed the curve of her graceful neck, the line of her jaw and the path of her deceptively delicate collarbones. The dress she donned fitted her petite frame and her hair completed the cute girl look.

He had to divert his attention when heat crept up his neck and onto his cheeks. Oh Arceus, did he just checked a woman out? 

Morty looked back at the sound of Jasmine clearing her throat followed by a few deep breaths. The blush disappeared as his eyes softened to warm lilac ones as he briefly remembered a moment in time when he had been like her; socially awkward. By no means was he a social butterfly but he had at least reached a point that makes talking to people a whole lot easier.

"I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s here early," she said to which he nodded understandably. “I know what you mean. Sometimes, it’s just an event where people liked to be fashionably late, which I don’t understand why.” That instantly bring forth the thought of the still missing Whitney. Where on earth was she?

"Oh, it looks like we have similar taste in drinks," Jasmine pointed out with a laugh. "Er..unless there’s no alcohol in yours." She added that second statement rather hastily. Eyes hardening subtlety, Morty shook his head with his smile dimming somewhat. “No, sorry. I don’t drink alcohol.” The subject of drinking liquor still left a bitter taste in his mouth even after all these years. 

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Just as Jasmine was beginning to recover from her blushing fit, she looked back at Morty's smiling face and nearly started stammering all over again. Why did he seem so calm and collected while she was reduced to a flustered mess?

Unknowing that Morty was busy fighting off a blush of his own, Jasmine dropped her gaze to his dark violet scarf, thinking that he must have been the only Gym Leader at the Ball wearing a scarf on top of his formal clothing. Jasmine thought it somehow suited him — it set him apart from the others. The scarf was an extension of him, like a component of his personality.

Was she the only one who found his clothing (and the rest of him) to be extremely endearing?

'I know what you mean. Sometimes, it’s just an event where people liked to be fashionably late, which I don’t understand why.' Jasmine couldn't fight the sigh that left her lips at the thought of Whitney, who insisted on showing up at least half an hour late to every single event she was invited to.  "Exactly! I was supposed to meet a friend here, actually, but she's not here yet, which is why I'm sitting at the bar in the first place." Sometimes Jasmine wondered whether it was even worth inviting Whitney at all.

'No, sorry. I don’t drink alcohol.' Jasmine blinked. The conversation had been going well — or as well as conversations ever went for her — until she brought up the subject of alcohol. Now Morty's sunny smile morphed into a strained one as his eyes dulled, and when he spoke his voice carried a note of dark melancholy that made Jasmine incredibly uncomfortable that she'd asked him about his drink.

"Er... I'm sorry if I brought up a touchy subject. I, um, hope I haven't offended you in any way."

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This Ironheart is a Fortress | Steven & Jasmine

[super-steven-stone]

Steven wiped the sleep out of his eyes as the elevator gently took him up the lighthouse. He had flown on a red eye flight to Johto as a favor to Lance, who had been worried about one of his gym leaders resolve as a trainer. They had been losing more battles than they had been normally, and while it was important for trainers to gain badges to participate in the Johto League, there were rumors that the Olivine City’s gym was an easy win. And since there weren’t many specialist steel trainers officially registers as employees of the pokemon league, Lance wanted to help Jasmine regain her fiery battling style and requested that Steven pay her a visit.

He stretched his back as he let out a yawn. The elevator was started to slow down as it arrived at the top floor and let out a delightful ding.

The doors opened and Steven walked out to see Jasmine standing up from the floor, obviously surprised at having a visitor come to see her. He just smiled at her and said, “Hi Jasmine. Mr. Steven Stone here to help you regain your moxie as a master of steel type pokemon.”

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Jasmine blinked, her eyes wide. "S-Steven Stone?" She had heard of him, of course — how could she not? He was renowned all across the regions, and Johto was no exception. As she blinked at him again, Jasmine's mind flooded with the tidbits of information she knew about him. Son of the owner of the Devon corporation, collector of rare stones, Steel-type specialist...

"Oh, um, hello Mr Stone. Should I call you Mr Stone, or Steven? Er, sorry if that's a weird question." Jasmine bit her lip in anxiety and fiddled with the hem of her dress. "Um, it's an honour to meet you."

The fact that he was in Olivine meant that he knew about her recent struggles (her failures) as a Gym Leader. "You said you are here to help me." With dulled eyes and a sigh, she murmurs, "that would be greatly appreciated. What do you have in mind?"

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Chainsmoking at a Funeral {cyberpunk!AU} | Silver & Jasmine

[eolithium]

With eyes cool as steel and boring into the leader’s eyes, the redhead notes the contempt in her expression, the frustration that rises and accompanies her words. We both know that the city won’t survive much longer unless we overthrow the government. Silver chuckles, leaning back into the seat further as his attention is thrown the the movement of her straightening up – the same unreadable expression watching as the other expressed her gripe.

I want to help, but I also don’t want to get in your way. Good, she understood his side of the problem – how they aimed to protect the women and children; to leave the fighting to men. Tell me what the Rebels have been doing– and he turns his attention away from Jasmine now, unwilling to pay attention to the question he had expected from the unlikely heroine.

What role do you play in planning the coup?

He did owe her afterall. Eyes narrowed against the ground as the prosthetic’s titanium alloys grind at the knuckles, a scoff escapes at how quickly she had managed to target his weak personal weak points. Turning back to fixate his eyes on the awaiting female, Silver rises from the seat and hovers over the shorter woman, an arm resting on her shoulders and squeezing them lightly before turning away once again.

"I will tell you, because I owe you; and they – the Rebels – ˆprobably wouldn’t last for much longer if you didn’t save me back there.” 

"I am one half of who is leading the rebels; the other is an undisclosed identity which I cannot tell you for safety’s sake. The one the Jenny’s are after is me, although they do not know it yet considering we work anonymously as far as possible.”

Returning to the leader’s side without another word, the redhead leans down to her ear side, a cold finger pushing away the strands of hair and tucking them behind her ear as he did so.

"You may have saved my life, but now I hope it wasn’t a grave mistake on both our parts. If you belong to the government spies – I will still find you, and I will silence you, Jasmine.”

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She stares at him as he contemplates her request. He narrows his eyes, and for a moment Jasmine wonders if she's gone too far in asking him to tell her about the coup.

...But then he's standing over her and her eyes widen before he turns away again and speaks. 'I will tell you, because I owe you; and they – the Rebels – ˆprobably wouldn’t last for much longer if you didn’t save me back there'. So he's saying he owes her. Jasmine hadn't thought of it that way, and he opens her mouth to tell him that he didn't owe her anything at all, but Silver continues. 'I am one half of who is leading the rebels'.

So... he's one of the leaders?

Jasmine's hand is fisted in the collar of her dress, and the fist tightens as her overworked mind processes this new piece of information. If the Jenny's are already after him, that means that the government must be hyperaware of the Rebels' presence, and Silver's life must be in constant peril — this is turning out to sound far more dangerous than I had anticipated.

When he bends down to utter an ominous threat into her ear, Jasmine swears her heart is beating loud enough for him to hear. 'If you belong to the government spies – I will still find you, and I will silence you, Jasmine.' 

A shiver runs down her spine. "I-I promise you haven't made a mistake in telling me." She inhales to steady her shaking voice. "Tell me exactly what you need from me, and I will help you to the best of my ability." She sends him a sharp look. "I am not weak, so do not feel the need to shelter me."

Even as she speaks, Silver's threat bounces around in her brain, resounding and echoing so that it becomes hard for Jasmine to think clearly. She gulps. The words he spoke to her today are ones that she's sure will haunt her for days to come.

"I... will not betray you."

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"this is good in a bad way" | Jasmine & Gold

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"I know how hard it is, but I’ve failed at so much; this’ll make me happy. I’ll be able to do what I want to, finally. Maybe Champion was too much of a title for me, but Gym Leader won’t be,” he shrugs. For all he knows, he could easily fail at this path too, but he’s putting his whole heart into this one. Falkner put too much faith in him too, so he is sure that his ego is inflated just slightly at least. 

As they walk, he looks around and then up to the lighthouse, “Thank you, Jasmine. I need this,” he tells her as he rushes away from her and down to the beach, throwing his shoes and socks off comically as he runs through the sand. Being in coastal cities always made Gold feel like a little kid again. 

Eagerly he runs down to the water, even though he knows that it is still too cold for him to actually swim. The water laps at his toes and he throws a look back towards Jasmine and motions to her. She looks beautiful and at home here, and he wonders how that could possibly happen. How someone could look so right in their hometown; he feels stunned into silence as he watches her briefly before looking back towards the water. 

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Jasmine closes her eyes as a gentle wind caresses her face. Gold's half-broken but he's putting himself together again, picking up the pieces all by himself. She wants to laugh and cry at the same time when he runs out into the water, her heart swelling with an emotion she can't name. Is she proud of him? Relieved that he's putting himself together again? Or is she just happy for him in the most selfless of ways—

"You're welcome, Gold," she whispers, knowing that he's too far away to hear her. The wind picks up and the skirt of her sundress flutters while her hair dances behind her. Olivine is and always will be her home; she needs the sea to put her heart at ease when she's curled up crying herself to sleep, she needs the cadence of the waves to be her lullaby. Seeing Gold so relaxed in her city makes her smile, she hopes he finds a place that gives him solace.

She kicks her sandals off and runs after him into the water. "It's cold!" She slows down as she approaches him, his back still facing her as he looks out at the horizon. "The sea is beautiful though, isn't it? I'm glad that you seem happy here. To be honest, I've been lonely recently, so, um... thank you for visiting me."

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Caravan of Misfits | Shauntal & Jasmine

[stirring-imagination]

Far from a social butterfly, Shauntal often hid in the library deep within Cynthia’s villa, coincidentally or not, though the other females didn’t seem to mind. Sinnoh’s champion had an impressive collection that could rival her own, though the titles were hardly of any interest.

Shauntal preferred horror genres, maybe a few romance novels here and there, but Cynthia hardly had any of the sort. She did, however, have all of the ghost user’s novels written to date, which was as heartwarming as it was supportive.

A blush invaded Shauntal’s cheeks just by the sight of them. They were all alphabetized, sitting up neatly in their own little shelf separated from the rest of the enormous collection. 

"I need to write more books. Seeing all of them grouped together, doesn’t look much at all."

Read More

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Jasmine's hands flew to her mouth at the sound of a shriek. "W-what happened?" Her gaze darted from a glasses-clad face to the stained clothing and bright red skin— oh no!

"I am so sorry! Come on, there's a restroom right down the hall. Once again, I am so, so sorry." Still spouting a string of apologies, Jasmine grabbed the woman's hand and scurried out the mahogany doors.  Once in the hallway, Jasmine whipped her head from left to right, trying to discern which direction to head in. "Er, I could have sworn it was just over there..."

Heart racing, she glanced back at the woman in distress, who seemed vaguely familiar. She was definitely not from Johto, perhaps she was a Gym Leader of one of the other regions...? I hope she's just a Gym Leader. I don't think I could live with myself knowing that I made an Elite Four member spill coffee on herself.

"Oh, here it is!" Jasmine pushed open the bathroom door and stumbled inside, running over to the sink. "Here, I'll help you wash off." She turned to the purple-haired woman and bowed deeply, face bright red. "Um, I really hope you can forgive me for running into you. I hadn't expected anyone else to be in the library."

"I also don't think we have met before. I am Jasmine, leader of the Olivine City Gym in Johto."

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so i'm about to start my journey back to the states for college...

(4 hr flight + 2 hr layover + 13 hr flight + 4 hr layover + 2 hr flight + 1 hr taxi ride back to CAMPUS woo)

i wanted to get all my replies done before i left but i was just too busy, i'm sorry! so i owe:

Shauntal

Gold

Silver

Steven

thanks for bein patienttt

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i downright hated jasmine before kitty and you stumbled into my life;; and showed me this wonderful, beautiful character shinning with life and;;; aaahh you give jasmine a type of beauty that is unrivaled by other characters;; the way you've shaped her just totally astounds me and i absolutely love your jasmine;;

// ok i am ACTUALLY going to cry