#eternallyrisen

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

Alliances

starter for @eternallyrisen

“I swear you look just like him!”

Their voice was whiny. Karen thought to herself her blue eyes flicking up from the pokegear on the table in front of her. She’d checked into the hotel the day before now enjoying the complimentary breakfast. Every so often she’d reward her pokemon and self with a nice stay at a hotel after a particularly good score. With Rocket being so busy just before it’s latest fall she’d making numerous deals with the grunts to do the tasks they couldn’t handle themselves. Speaking of Rocket the cause for alarm from the worker seemed tied to the infamous group. 

The man was trying, and failing to keep his face hidden while remaining casual to the accusation. One quick look to him, and then to the article with a picture of the former leader was all she needed to confirm that was indeed the same person. More heads were starting to turn towards the scene, and it wouldn’t be long likely until everything was busted. 

The problems of being public in anyway. 

She thought to herself before grabbing her cup of coffee which was all she had left of breakfast. The pokegear was tossed into the tote bag by her feet as she stood slipping into character as she rose. All smiles now, hopefully he’d take the hint to play along with the lie. 

“Darling I’m so sorry I didn’t see you come in i was busy reading. Now what’s all this about? Can I ask why you’re bothering my boyfriend while he’s just trying to have breakfast?”

Karen hummed striding up to the young hotel worker crossing her arms with a frown. No need to be fully angry yet. She just needed to set the tone. 

“Boyfr...ma’m you do realize he looks like Rocket’s leader right? The one they were trying to call back after taking over the radio tower?”

They stammered back at her. With that she let her eyes darken a scowl setting in as she began to rub her temple. As if this person was the problem. 

“Tch, not this again. Please we haven’t been able to have one relaxing outing since this all blew up. No, it’s not him he only looks similar because they’re boss has a face that doesn’t have the most distinct features. We just want to enjoy breakfast without being harassed.”

Karen huffed letting anger slip through, and for good measure the touch of a sniffle with her eyes going a bit misty. She could feel their conviction, and wanted to tempt their shame out. Make them feel awful for ruining a morning for two strangers. The hesitation to start his next sentence telling her she was on the right track.

[vibraqua]

“i’ll do it.” (Grant, @eternallyrisen)

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    "Now wait a moment," he blurts almost immediately, quick to stop the other with an outstretched hand to his shoulder. Siebold had a distinct feeling that the motivation was not as much the prize at the top of the small cliff, but the journey of a more challenging climb. In any case, Siebold would dare not send the rock-type specialist to the rare berry tree. He's more than pleased with he few stray berries that have tumbled off the cliff, despite their blemishes.

    "It-it's far too rugged to even attempt. Sometimes, we must choose our battles wisely and know when to accept defeat."

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

Avoidances

starter for @eternallyrisen

She had her reasons for avoiding interpol, mostly being related to her past. Back when she was in Rocket she’d been attacked by then plenty of times, and attacked back. One time a firing match had almost taken her down for good, and she still had the scar from it. Then there was her present with the league council unashamed to threaten them arresting her for past crimes if she misbehaved such as getting involved in Rocket again, or crime outside of what she documented in being Johto’s security. In short she loathed them to an extent, and did everything in her ability to avoid them. 

If any agent ever came to the door she’d just hand Lance or Koga what they needed before making up some convenient excuse to leave. The few times she did interact with interpol was kept short usually, and stiffly professional. 

So when her murkrow flapped to her in a slight panic to quickly tap out,’interpol!’ in morse code her eyes went wide. 

Why were they here?! She thought to herself scrambling to her knees to peek over the current roof top she was on. Sure enough she could spot two familiar shapes in the darkness. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”

She muttered reaching for her mask. The black leather was shaped like that of some sort of canine with purple accents in the same way a festival mask would be. The ears of it tall enough to slip in between the holes on the hood from her long grape hued coat to make sure the hood didn’t sip off to show her hair. Using a mask while committing crimes, one of Pryce’s better ideas. Sure enough they seemed to be looking towards the meeting place that she sent one of her men. How was this happening though?! 

Sho, a drug dealer who in exchange for a bed every night at the bar assisted in stings, gave her intel, and aided a few times as back up was supposed to be here to meet with a client. The woman had been embezzling money from charity to feed an addiction, and was unfortunately good at hiding it from the books. The goal was to take photos of her buying from him to gather more evidence to anonymously tip to police, so a certain elite four in charge of security could follow the lead. 

Unless....Sho mentioned having one client before their target, and with interpol posted up. Was this a sting, within a sting? She thought quietly making her way to the fire escape. It’d happened with Kanjo police before. Where one department was trying to bust an operation that was another departments cover. Once was funny, upwards of 30 times was embarrassing. Possibly they’d simply screwed each other.

[arcechosen]

> @eternallyrisen :   📜

Akari: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise Ginter: I beg to differ Akari: Then Beg

[arcechosen]

> @eternallyrisen !

fingers prod together awkwardly, the fact she’s heard his last few comments to the world still on loop through her mind. eugh. was this what all adults looked up to? was this chairman the “ideal” adult figurehead that everyone wanted to grow up to be like? eating ice cream  &&.  loudly proclaiming who they were attracted to? where’s the sense of security, of privacy? where was the self-respect for personal boundaries?                     standing, confused, akari quietly chirps up in retort.

“ mister rose? i’m sorry if my pointing was rude, but there’s no need to just. i dunno.  .  .  announce your history? no one here is judging you for past mistakes  -  at least  -  i’m not. worm crimes? okay, so what? who’s to say you haven’t gotten better since then? ”   benefit of the doubt, that was her prime ideology.   “ i only wanted to ask if you could answer some questions about this .  .  . ”                       she double checks her handwriting on note scrap :   “ galar? ”

[ghoulishnovel]

“keep ice on it.” (Skyla, @eternallyrisen)

hurt sentence starters

♡ - 《 accepting 》

Shauntal had been taking a little walk when she had spotted the familiar gym leader as the novelist headed towards her she smiled, waving out her hand at the same time. That was till she got closer at things didn't look right this caused the elite to run towards the female.

"Skyla?! What happened to you?"

With that the female reached out for one of her pokeballs that contained 'Froslass' as she stopped and stood infront of the gym leader.

"Froslass help us out and create a ice pack for Skyla."

[psychic-master-will]

❝ but i can play piano ! ❞ (Lucian, @eternallyrisen)

@eternallyrisen

a mess of discord rp quotes, part 2 – sentence starters: Accepting!

"You can?" Now he wants to see this!

"But can you play it with your mind?" Will then proceeds to use telekinesis on the piano keys, producing the most horrifying noise possible from such a beautiful instrument.

[iruludavare]

“Would it help if I stayed?” (Looker, @eternallyrisen)

Nightmares & sleeping || Accepting @eternallyrisen

     She never intended for him to find out-- not like this. Not with her, deep in the clutches of sleep, suddenly breaking into a fit of screams and thrashing about, to the point where her father understandably assumed that the worst was happening. He had woken her up in a way that had caused more fear, more anxiety, and yet, she cannot blame him in the slightest. There is no way he could have known about any of this-- not when the heroine has gone to such drastic lengths to ensure Looker would be none the wiser to her sleeping issues.

     So now, Serena lays in her bed, sheets back up around her form, resting on a side in a way that would obscure her features from his view entirely. She wants him to stay-- more than anything, she yearns for some kind of support; something to ground her in reality if not to calm her racing heart, then help her fall back asleep. Yet it would mean confirming to him what he likely has pieced together himself-- she is hiding something. Some horrific, deep-rooted experience that impacts her in such a painful way, despite the way the heroine acts.

     And thus, not a single sound escapes the young woman when she finally responds-- aside from the occasional whimper and sniffle as she attempts to will her tears back into slate blue eyes. An arm unravels itself form the mass of blankets and moves behind the heroine’s form, blindly searching for her father’s hand.

     A wordless plea for him to stay-- just a little bit longer.