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Showstopper | N & Elesa

It had been a good while since she had stood on this floor, Elesa thought to herself as she posed on the end of the runway. She was practically blinded by the lights aimed at the stage, but the cheering of the crowd never failed to remind her there was an actual audience watching her in awe. 

Mid-turn, however, she was certain she saw something; something... familiar? 

Having no time to stop and confirm her suspicion, Elesa continued walking her usual stride, composure unwavering as she disappeared backstage for another clothing swap. She still had a handful of walks down the runway ahead of her, so she’d be able to try and focus on the spot she saw the mysterious, yet remarkably familiar stranger. The model watched a few girls pose, and gave them all compliments and encouraging words as they passed her to get to their own stylists for a change of clothes. 

The gentle hand prodding her back told her it was time for her to go on stage again, so she did. The moment she walked out from the hectic backstage area her composure changed immediately and she took on the one that matched the one of a true supermodel. Elesa made sure to keep an eye out during her last few strides across the runway, but after the show ended she still wasn’t completely sure if what she saw had been real or just the light playing tricks on her. 

That was until her manager knocked on her door to inform her she had a visitor. 

Trying to not show the confusion on her face, she nodded to him. 

“Let them enter, then.” She smiled, crossing her legs as she sat on the chair in front of her vanity. One of the stylists was still busy untangling the fake hair (you know how it is, gotta be over the top for fashion shows), and another was busy organizing the used clothing on a clothing rack nearby. Was her dressing room a bit over the top? Perhaps, but one is allowed to enjoy those kinds of things every once in a while, right?

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of ruins | moon && n

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It’s been a long time— years and years, maybe half a decade, really— since Moon’s actually been properly scared of wild pokémon; pokémon that randomly ambush trainers on the road type wild. Well, not quite. Moon’s never actually been scared of wild pokémon, not in the same way Lillie used to be. Even as a beginner trainer just starting out, Moon’s always carried herself with a relative certainty that nothing— nothing that lives in the tall grass, anyway— could seriously hurt her or her team.

As standby Champion, Moon feels like she should have even less to fear. There’s very little that lives in the Alolan wild, bar the tapus and deities themselves, that gives Moon too much pause for thought. Most of Moon’s pokémon, even Saiph, currently the weakest of her battle-oriented team, can handle pokémon ten levels or so below it.

So, simply exploring the Ruins of Hope and the Poni Breaker Coast beyond it isn’t even close to most dangerous thing Moon’s ever done. So, feeling a spritz of water hitting her back, soaking through the fabric of her shirt and dribbling down, starts out as only a smallish irritation. Turning around, Moon faces her challenger.

Wild dragalge should not pose a serious threat. They don’t pose a serious threat. Moon’s even comfortable enough to send out Polaris to deal with it. Her first partner, her strongest pokémon, Polaris will have little issue tanking whatever the dragalge throws at it. Moon only holds her breath out of habit, but sludge bomb doesn’t do much damage. Polaris shakes the goop off of its feathers, fairly unscathed.

“Leaf blade,” Moon orders, and Polaris rushes forward, just as the dragalge’s tail shines purple and bolts up—

The attack lands. The dragalge shrieks once in indignation, once more weakly, before it faints. Everything is as it should be. Hand on Polaris’ pokéball, she’s about to recall it before the decidueye limps forward, holding its wing at an awkward angle to show Moon a nasty looking, purpleish gash where poison tail had struck. Doleful, Polaris chitters, beginning to look decidedly unwell. Reaching up, Moon presses the back of her hand against the side of Polaris’ face.

Poisoned. Damn. Moon cringes; she’d been hoping they’d get lucky enough to avoid the status effect. But it’ll be fine, soon enough; poison is easily remedied, and Moon has antidotes in her bag...

She does have antidotes in her bag, doesn’t she?

Plunged into her bag, Moon’s fingers land on air. No antidotes to be found; no pecha berries, either. She finds a bottle or two of regular potion, which she uses to treat Polaris’ overall HP and wound, but it doesn’t do much. Polaris needs something to counteract the poison, and preferably something better than the actual nothing Moon has on her to help its wing.

This is dumb. Moon is really, seriously hitting herself, mentally, because this is actually so, so dumb. It’s a rookie mistake. What kind of trainer does Moon think she is, running out of healing items in the field. Running out of antidotes, for that matter, when her team’s lead is a grass type, more susceptible to poison type attacks than most?

Polaris looks queasy and a little ill, but far from the verge of fainting thanks to the few potions Moon had scavenged. But, with consciousness comes suffering, she supposes...

Moon, already on edge, tenses at the sound of footsteps approaching behind her.

[stepoutofthesunn]

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How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?Usually, Sun feels indifferent about storms. He doesn’t like being outside during a storm but while being inside, he likes hearing the booming thunder and watching the lightning flash. He’s only fearful of storms out on seas, having lived near a harbor when little he heard of a handful of stories of ships going down from storms.

What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?Sun’s handwriting seems,, rushed more than anything. As a result it can come out sloppy but at other times, it can be surprisingly neat - it just depends how fast he ends up writing something down.

What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?Sun really likes the springtime, he loves it when the flowers bloom and the Comfey come out, bearing its flowers. If he had to choose a season he liked the least, it’d probably be winter. He can’t do well in the cold.

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εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

Moon doesn’t… Hate them… She just wouldn’t really be best friends with one unless she found That One Very Special Bug for her.

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( N is here and ready to go! )

Welcome aboard! Have our green pine tree follow everyone on the Masterlist!

~ Rowlet-Mod