Of course Jasmine wonders as to why she’s meeting Morty at Olivine City’s lighthouse. Out of all the places, it’d odd that the quiet male choose the high cliffs that surrounds her city as oppose to somewhere… normal, like a cafe or the park. Then again, Morty does gives her weird vibes from time to time. Not that she’ll say it out loud. It’s just a nagging feeling that she shoves to the back of her mind.
In her usual white sundress, Jasmine approaches the meeting place and waves when she sees the purple clad male. Morty returns her wave with a smile though it looks a bit… different than the usual warm ones he usually gives. She passes it off as a trick of the light, considering a really pretty sunset serves as his backdrop. Without a word, he gestures her to come closer. A smile graces her lips as she approaches him, her hands fixing the loose strands of hair that escapes when a warm sea breeze wisps by.
“It’s nice to see you again Morty,” Jasmine greets softly. He nods and steps aside, allowing her a more unobstructed view of Nature’s beauty. For a few minutes, comfortable silence descends over the pair. Jasmine admires the scenery despite having seen it plenty of times before from her perch atop the lighthouse.
“So, why did you wanted to meet me?” She asks, eyes still set at the sun that dips beneath the horizon. Another wind blows past, carrying Morty’s near silent words to her ears.
“I’d like to personally send you to the other side.”
“Well people often abandon pokemon of all ages at the day care so, I wish people would stop doing that. A pokemon cares deeply for its trainer and when they don’t come back, it crushes the poor baby.”
P - Person who called me last?
“Ummmm… I think it was my mom? I’m not sure! I don’t remember.”
“My mun cares a little too much about other people, I think. He worries about everyone a lot at a constant level. I think he just doesn’t want to let anybody down is all...but he should really have more confidence in himself and others!”
Jasmine tends not to laugh around others since she worries it would be perceived as rude but around close friends, her laughs are sweet delicate little things that warms the heart of anyone who hears it. If she sees that someone is watching her laugh, she’ll cover her mouth in embarrassment. Precious bby really.
Run
Since she’s always wearing a sundress, one hand is always pressing the bottom half when she runs. It’s uncomfortable and would probably slow her down but its better than causing unwanted accidents due to sudden air drafts and other skirt lifting causes.
React to surprises
She’d either gasp in surprise or flat out shriek in terror it depends on the surprise. Are you throwing her a surprise birthday party or pushing her off the Olivine lighthouse into the mouth of Kyogre that is how to distinguish her reactions.
Look when they’re sleeping
Jasmine sleeps very peacefully in a pair of comfy yet comically patterned pyjamas. Her hair would be splayed everywhere and she’d probably hugged an ironically named plushie like Chompy the stuffed Jigglypuff or something.
It wasn’t like his obligations as a Gym Leader was particularly taxing or anything, because it’s not. To be completely honest, with the amount of challengers he got on a daily basis, it wasn’t enough to give his Team a decent workout. Sure, the experience they gained from battles were beneficial to their growth but if the blonde wanted to strengthen his Ghost-types, he’d be better off with training them himself. Spooks and the rest obviously welcomed the extra attention but he could be around the pranksters for oh so long before actual League stuff pulled him away.
Morty supposed he couldn’t really blame Whitney for the slow stream of Challengers that came his way. Goldenrod City had a lot to offer, given that it was the most modern area within the Johto region. From the newest generation’s point of view, an old burnt out tower and eternal autumn scenery just couldn’t beat against a large shopping department filled with all sorts of paraphernalia for both the Trainer and Pokemon, the Game Corner that had awesome prizes if your gambling skills and luck were pretty decent and the Magnet Train. A majority of the tourists and common folk alike entered the city through the trains after all.
Oh, and there was Whitney with her freakishly strong Miltank. Can’t forget the antithesis to Ghost-types.
Aside from the external factors that barely caused any sort of weariness to claim the present exhaustion that weighed him down, doing paperwork was his other League related task. Whenever he needed to step back from training to allow his Pokemon some room to grow on their own, Morty often dropped to desk pusher status. Hunched in front of his old wooden desk with several stacks of paperwork towering above was a fairly normal occurence whenever there wasn't much of anything else to do but begrudgingly wait for the real cause of his fatigue to show up in the form of curious humans.
Morty got exhausted often because of his title. You know, that Mystic Seer of the Future thing that everyone branded him. It took it all out of him, it was so mentally and physically draining and yet when people came up to him and asked what was going to happen to them next week, he still freaking told them. It was only when he would pass out that evening or unable to even move from a crippling headache that he'd regret it -- but he didn't learn. This had been going on for what, at least four or five years now? Definitely sometime after his inauguration as Ecruteak's Leader. Sometimes, it was a wonder to imagine him even functioning properly when he was constantly tired.
Now don't get him wrong, it wasn't like they used him, they just didn't realize. Humans by nature were curious creatures and he didn't blame them for not understanding otherworldly powers since they were pretty damn confusing to understand let alone believed. To grasp the concept of him being able to interact with spirits alone was mind boggling enough but claiming to be able to see the future? That piece of news was bound to draw in a crowd who wanted to know its validity that ranged from the intrigued to skeptics. In a way, he was even obligated to comply with their requests even if he didn't want to. For reputation's sake, he couldn't turn them away due to the fear of being called a hoax.
So yeah, it was a continuous cycle of bone deep fatigue and headaches. Usually, Morty could still carry out his other duties with minimal difficulties but there were instances where he had went beyond his body's limit. Like today, for example. The blonde was in the middle of a tough battle with a Challenger and his Quilava when he found his vision blurring. Dismissing the first alarm that went off within his mind, Morty persisted on despite an increasing headache. It was near the end of the match when the combination of pain and dizziness became too much for him to handle. He felt his body pitching forward as black dots enveloped his sight and the last thing he remembered before passing out was several surprised yells.
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I must have collapsed. Great. Were the first thoughts that entered his mind when Morty regained consciousness. Judging from the familiar softness that surrounded him, it was easy to guess that he had been resting on his bed. When he tried to wriggle in spite of achy limbs and a dull headache, he noticed a cool pressure atop his forehead. A clumsy swipe revealed it to be a wet cloth of some sort. Huh. That was new. In the few times that he passed out at work that ended up with one of his Mediums bringing him home, they had only left him a bottle of aspirin and a get well soon note underneath it. This was the first time that anyone had taken the extra mile. Who could it be?
Well, lying in bed all day -- no matter how tempting it was -- will not give him an answer so Morty reluctantly pushed himself up to a sitting position, the cloth plopping on his lap in the process. A quick assessment of his appearance revealed him to still be wearing his usual ensemble, minus the headband and scarf. Maybe a change of attire would do him some justice. Swinging his legs to the side and taking a moment to brave through the dizziness that washed over him, the blonde was about to stand up when a surprised gasp resounded from his left.
Amethyst optics immediately whirled to the door, those gems widening slightly when he recognized the petite figure hovering near the door frame. "Jasmine? Iz'zat you?" Morty slurred out the words in his surprise.
