quartz: how my muse thinks other people see themhe believes himself to be normal enough, but internally beats himself up about being awkward. It’s a bit of a goal for him to fly under the radar wherever he goes, one of the reasons he sticks to the forests instead of the cities. The lack of human contact does kind of make him freak mentally in certain overly populated situations though.
nebula stone: how good my muse's memory ishis memory is insane actually, he is very close to having photographic memory which quite honestly drives him nuts sometimes.
Lips parted as the taste of copper hits her tongue, fingers reaching up to keep the wound from bleeding, a grimace settling upon her features as she hurried over to her room’s bathroom. Head wounds certainly did bleed more than normal wounds, but it was entirely unexpected upon her disarming a trap found in Viridian Forest, and that very rope had lashed out to hit her hard on the head.
It hurts.
A quiet gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled across the League building, in which there was thankfully no one around– and quick steps were taken towards her room. She had to hurry, not because of the profuse bleeding, but because of her thoughts. Many things flooded back into her mind, and she felt as though she was about to burst any moment– and no one was allowed to see that.
Stranger. A visitor of sorts was standing before her path, eyes wide with concern immediately offering to wipe away the blood that had began to flow down her cheeks and acting upon her offer. Under normal circumstances the Champion might have been grateful, but upon these–
❝ STOP!!. ❞ Loudly was the single word uttered as the Champion batted away the offered hand, before turning away. Continued words were heard by the stranger, but they were nothing more but whispers in her head, similar to the thoughts that tormented her mind at the time. ❝ Please go away. Please. ❞
Tears formed under her lashes, and her bloodstained hand reached up to wipe them away hastily as she continued her journey back to her room. Tending to the wound was no issue, but it seemed as though there was something else that she ought to tend to before hand, seeing the state that she was in. Fingers curled around her scalp as she squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her breathing to regulate and to actually breathe.
It would take her hours to calm down. Hence the decision was made to simply lie in the bath tub, which would not be dirtied like the carpeting of her room, and to simply sleep. An apology to the stranger would be best, but later.
..An apology? Though it had come together with a bouquet of flowers, the very notion did not make sense to the Champion in the slightest– what was there to apologise for? And who was this person that was noted at the bottom of this note? Certainly not an acquaintance of hers, but– the name ‘Draze’ had definitively caught her eye, and a soft smile played on her lips, though not within hidden intentions.
Come a few hours or so, the aforementioned Elite’s room was now beautifully decorate with said bouquet of flowers, though with a certain touch from the champion herself. Which was basically, pictures of him as a flower, pictures of him with flowers, pictures of him with flower crowns.. What a lovely afternoon to spend editing those pictures of Draze that she had. Content with her achievements, she left the victim room and once again brought her gaze over to the note.
❝ ..Apology accepted, I suppose. There was nothing to apologize for in the first place, however.. ❞ Lightly does she chuckle as she gingerly placed the card in front of the Elite’s room, a smirk remaining upon her lips as she walked away. ❝ The person that should do the apologizing will feel the full brunt of your apology. ❞
And now to wait. For the dragon Elite to inevitably stumble upon his newly decorated room with many pictures of himself, and for her to quickly make her escape soon after. Revenge was rather sweet after all.
The future meme symbol! And for Nat to be in his mid 20s!!
Send “❖ “ to meet my muse’s future self.
“Shaman…..?”
The Claydol hits the ground and hits it hard, their screeches are pained and nothing like Nat’s ever heard before. He finds his hands are shaking ever so slightly as he approaches his Pokemon and rests a hand on their singed body. Fire had never had such a strong reaction against them before, but all it took was one shot from that Camerupt to knock out his Pokemon. His hands fumbled with the Pokeballs in the pocket of his work apron, he pulls Shaman’s from the rest and returns them so they can get the well deserved rest they desperately need. He reaches for his next Pokemon hesitantly, fingers ghosting over Agria’s ball before slipping over it for Empress, his partner. Nat knows that he can put his trust in her, she’s never let him down before after all.
With a toss of the ball, Empress thuds onto the field letting out a screech coming out with the full intent of intimidation. The Camerupt didn’t even flinch, instead it seemed to brace itself preparing for the first move that Nat was going to throw at him. His trainer seemed to confident that what Empress was going to do wasn’t going to do them much good before he would KO his Pokemon again. That grin, the way he held himself, a few years ago it would have drove him to go all out, but now, he was hesitant and hesitance could give his Pokemon a lot of pain.
“Empress, use Earth Power!”
The ground beneath his feet tremors slightly as it cracks beneath the Camerupt who’s trainer calls for him to back up. By them flew a bird type Pokemon, one he thought he recognized, but only spared it a glance before his attention was returned to battle at hand, one problem at a time he reminded himself. The Pokemon wasn’t fast enough and was caught in the blast, it wasn’t very effective and looked like it barely scratched the other Pokemon. Nat felt his stomach drop, Empress was going to get hurt like Shaman had…..
“…….. use Hydro Pump!”
The name doesn’t reach his ears but the attack does, and before he can react as a Floatzel rockets past and Empress backs up to keep herself between them and the Camerupt and Floatzel. She doesn’t move towards the Pokemon, doesn’t try to intimidate the new addition to the battle. In fact, she’s paying little mind to them after taking a long hard look. Perhaps a Pokemon they battled before that she remembers? But the trainer….. just jogged right past them. She’s not very tall and is sort of familiar to him, but he can’t place his finger on it. She takes up position before them to take over the battle for him.
He opens his mouth to protest but she interrupts him with something he can’t hear, but Empress seems to have heard her loud and clear as his Pokemon relaxes a bit stepping back to her trainer’s side. Then the battle commences, and Nat doesn’t say a word the whole time.
Anastasia doesn’t linger with him outside the store after the battle finishes, she drops a bouquet off in his hands and pats his arm before returning to the shop leaving the young man confused and a little stunned. Its been a long time since he’s been on the sidelines of a normal match let alone a one sided one. The woman turns toward him and her features tug at his heart, because she looks like…. He told himself he wouldn’t do this again…
“…I promised you my smile and protection.”
The words leave him speechless, staring at her and the Pokemon, his brain is searching for something to say, anything to say before he looses this chance and doesn’t get to ask her anything. What do you ask someone you had thought long since beyond your reach? She doesn’t seem to need the words as she take the bouquet from his arms and rearranges the flowers humming to herself, so happy so cheerful.
Nat feels like he’s going to cry.
“I’ll see you around. Nat.” She claps a hand on his shoulder briefly before turning away.
His heart jumps, and he feels panic setting in, “Wait!”
She does and turns back to look at him, giving him the chance to speak again.
“I thought you…. we thought you had…..” dead, lost, Nat didn’t even know what he thought anymore, no contact for so long, not a single word from her and Draze had gone looking. When nothing had been found, they both expected the worst and Nat had given up hope. Here she was though, Cecilia Annabelle Rowe , his childhood friend alive and kicking. She seemed to be doing just fine on her own as it was too. There was so much he wanted to ask. Why did she leave? Why didn’t see talk to them? Why didn’t she ever come back? Was she happier without them? Fear kicks in reminiscent of the days when they were children and Nat had found himself unable to sleep at the hands of a terrible storm, wanting for the warmth of a hand to settle in his own while he drifted off to sleep.
He reaches for her questions set back for later and only manages out a small, “Don’t go.”
Nat Kinkade age 24 [5 years later]
FC: Kaito from Vocaloid
New Manager of ‘Pick a Peck of Flowers’ Flower shop, retired Viridian City Gym Leader
