Fluff
Professional procrastinator
Snowpoint City
art by MixeliDate:
5th July, Bronze LeagueLocation:
Snowpoint CityInventory:
$3,000, 9 pokeballs, 1 premier ballAvery was no psychic pokemon, but it didn't take one to sympathize with the waves of dejection rolling from the girl like a heaving tide. The Hoothoot hopped closer, peering up helplessly at the girl's downturned face, blinking away the tears welling in her eyes, as he debated whether to stretch out a comforting wing. He knew what it felt like, of expectations and regrets, of the should've's, could've's, would've's. Of the stumbling block that trips you up when you least expect it and are ill-prepared for the downfall. And of the grief and sorrow that brambles around you, pricking and tearing in equal measure as it sinks its thorns in ever deeper...
Or so he thought, until the girl bent down, teary eyes now replaced with quizzical ones as she gazed and spoke to him evenly. Those bitter memories, the sour pill that had been so hard to swallow - where was the roiling frustration from just a moment ago? The girl was back to a calculated, measured look over the concerned pokemon, and in time, a smile spread across her face. Just as fast as the stupor had begun; a veil of contrition and reproach settling like the snow around them; it had risen in equal manner, as though she had never been touched by the despondency in the first place. And if there were a lack of miracles, the girl took another step forward - both metaphorically as well as literally - as confidence slowly returned to her bearings and her stride.
It was... odd. Were humans not as wont to wallow in their misery for an indeterminate period of time? Wide-eyed, he followed, keeping his incredulous gaze trained on her as he hopped along on his one leg. No, he had it on good authority that they did, in fact, do that. So what was it with this girl? The defeat, nay, the failure wasn't even on Avery's part, and already he could feel the pricklings of shame, of regret, of anger, of wishing that he could find an excuse to blame the performance on, of an excuse that would work. But no, everything he could say to himself in this state felt simply like a cover-up of the problem, the failure at hand, and an avoidance of fault. It made one wonder, where these words within the internal dialogue came from - Mari had never spoken these words out loud, but the voice in his head... it was hers. It was Mari stealing glances at passing powerful pokemon, it was Mari watching unimpressed as he stumbled across the ground on his feeble wings, it was Mari laughing on an off-handed self deprecating comment he made as though in agreement. Mari, Mari, Mari. He wanted to do so too. He wanted to be like Nua and exhale all this pain mottled up within, exhale it like a great puff of white smoke in the cold air of Snowpoint. He wanted to put this foolishness past him, to break out of this roundabout, to put this fault out of his heart and out of his mind, but said heart and mind didn't seem to be listening to him. Maybe because the sky is blue and the sun is shining that tears stick out all the more. Maybe because the cycle, round and round, hurts, which makes one wonder why one needs it at all. But the sky is blue and the sun is shining, and Avery hurried up, keeping pace with his new friend.
In the pokemon centre, Mari was doing absolutely nothing of importance. Nursing Avery's pokeball in her hand, she could feel the gentle tug of the Sync bond - Avery was never a very demanding pokemon in terms of consuming fortitude, whether it was out of self-sustainance or an unwillingness to as, she never knew - and she could feel his small, round presence inch closer through the plains of Snowpoint city. The steady flow of energy kept him warm, and made the pizza before her look more and more appealing by the second. Despite the man's bloodless face sitting from across of her, she couldn't quite tear her eyes off of the plate kept before her, watching... and waiting...
"Dang, sound'n laik'ey'rrrreyle roof taime," Musing absently, her fingers trailed across the cheek that rested on her open palm, gaze trained on the steaming food. "Ye gunna'b'aybul't'faynaysh tha'- er, ay mayne, maenej awl'tha'traynin'en'nis here'n cold? Wot plans fer gonna'awn aheyd? Viy gotta dip'poutta this 'ere Snowpoint at'som pooint too, eh? Ah'm'inna bituva reyl scurry 'ere tay get some'n'ere badges un'nermey belt," She absently scratched at the side of her nose as her eyes remained fixed on the slice that made its way to Ron's mouth and watched as he chewed.
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