#nessawaterqueen

[hoennslorekeeper]

ocean of... rage?

@nessawaterqueen It was a sun filled, gorgeous day out in pacifidlog. The semi-yearly swim race down to Slateport was going to begin soon. Everyone was wading around in the water chatting away or simply eating a nice castellia cone. Zinnia was over in one of the few changing rooms getting ready for this years attempt at the top 10 spot. For the last few years, she didn’t go due to her... injuries on sky pillar. She lifts her shirt and checks to see if it all is still together holding up. Feeling around the circumference of it, her satisfaction brings a small glee to her sometimes emotionless face. She did hear the rumors that a certain group from Unova was showing up again the claim their spot as the “Best in the world”. God, she hated them with a passion. They call themselves the bascullins. The mere thought of what evil schemes they have planned to win this year is a mystery. One year, they woke up the Regis just because one person was in 11th and not all of them in the top 10.  “Either was Aster, ready for today? Hope you got your floaties.” Zinnia chuckled at her whismur, both feeling the raw energy of each other while matching it all the same. Out of the corner of her good eye, she saw something. No, someone. But this wasn’t anyone. This person made her stop and stare. “No no no no, this can’t be..” That train of thought loops around inside her noggin.  “Whis?” “You're right Aster, that is a Milotic of a woman.” Zinnia gathers herself and prepares to follow hoping a chance to meet her.

[galaxy-muses]

Turtles and Tea

@nessawaterqueen

Hmmm...

Terra hummed softly in thought. She was looking down at the small snapping turtle pokemon. Her face was slightly scrunched up in contempt, but she wasn't mad. She was more confused than anything.

The green haired trainer turned nursery owner moved down to sit on her heels. Reaching out she tried to pet the pokemon, only to have it chitter a bit and move away from her and it's food bowl. "Come on Chewi, why aren't you eating..." She had received the Chewtle as a surrender from a trainer recently. It was shy and bit often (even for it's species) out of possible fear. It wasn't eating either no matter what it was given.

Terra was stumped. Her fingers danced on her knee as she tried to think of someone would know.

Nessa.

Terra's face turned to a big smile. Why hadn't she thought of it before? She remembered the water gym leader and her love for water pokemon, not to mention her ace was after all a Drednaw. Maybe she would be able to help.

After checking some pokemon she collected her Miltank and Flygon before stepping outside. Hopping onto her Flygon she made her way to Hulbury. Terra quickly got to the gym and went inside hoping Nessa would be there.

Walking up to the seen leader, Terra quickly held out her hand. "Hi there Miss Nessa, I'm not here for a challenge actually, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" She flashed her ita styled bag to show she had already come and received the water badge.

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@nessawaterqueen starter//

       Wading up from the water was a little Eevee, swimming and kicking as it approached the woman. Coming up to her with a sweet cry, shaking water from its fur before rubbing against her leg. Clearly looking for attention, and quite used to getting it being a charming little bugger.

       Across the water was it's trainer, who was yelling for the Eevee to come back. As per usual though, the Pokémon was more interested in receiving a couple of pets from a stranger than doing anything Alu wanted.

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[pokkenvault]

[iruludavare]

[  glance  ]

Nonverbal meme || Accepting

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

     How dull these meetings between the regions’ leagues and officials could be. The same old points, repeated by the same people, in the same tired tone of voice. The disagreements, the tangents, and everything in-between-- if drawn out long enough, such events could whittle away even the strongest of souls. It is not uncommon for most trainers to, at any point, look for distractions-- to tear their focus away from the speaker, and direct it elsewhere, even for a few moments. Serena, herself, seated between Diantha and Olympia, had felt her own focus wavering, a hand cushioning her chin with its elbow resting atop the table.      And perhaps she might have allowed herself to daydream a little, had it not been for the stare she feels coming from across the room.

     Curious, slate blue eyes move-- subtly, so as to not draw attention to herself--, combing through those occupying the seats. It takes a few moments, until the heroine’s gaze locks with someone else’s-- a gym leader, she thinks, with the rest of the Galarian attendees. Why in the world is she looking at her, the blonde wonders? Is there something on her face? Did she notice her attention fading from the speaker at hand?

     Regardless, Serena opts to hold the stare for only a second longer, before her shyness deems it too much to bear. The corners of pale lips curl up to form the ghost of an apologetic smile, a hand moving to comb through curls as Serena shifts in her chair, and returns her focus back to person speaking. Perhaps, she thinks, it might be worthwhile talking to the gym leader later-- maybe, she wants to speak to her about something. The young woman has seen something similar occur between other people in the room before. A wordless request to discuss something that might cause another argument or half-hour-long tangent, should it be spoken aloud.

     And so, when the meeting finally draws to a close, and people begin to leave the room, Serena takes her time to gather her things and stand. Painstakingly slow. Just in case if her thoughts happen to be correct.