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Locked away (rp)
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a Familiar cry brought her attention to her partner's pokeball. "It's safe out here." She said, releasing Meso
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Viola noticed her Partner's behavior and watched her partner, half confused
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Viola heard it this time and seemed confused. "what the-"
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"A jury-rigged guitar. Let's try it in a duet. This time, the Chateau piece." Both started playing again, the melody a lot more jagged and sporadic than the previous one. "Ghost-types and all of Poison, hear our call and jam to this!" She yelled, sticking her tongue out.
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
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She had always hated Pokémon centers and had done for as long as she could remember. As far as she was concerned, they were sterile and over commercialized, the ones on the mainland sold coffee there for goodness sake. She had never really battled much though, probably because there weren't even any Pokecenters where she came from which is more than likely why battling was never explicitly encouraged. Oh how she missed home already she thought to herself miserably. She lived in Freezington, a small town on a small Island off the coast of Galar. She had always loved it there, it was quiet and life was slow, but, without any high paying jobs, she had only ever been on holiday to the mainland of Galar beefore unitl last month herself and her family went on a trip to Kanto. In a way, it was proving useful, she knew roughly where in the region she was and could guess how to make her way to a port to get back home. Her parents insisted she came with to, she quoted to herself, "Get her mind off her studies" If they wanted her to go on holiday so badly, why didn't they let her choose the destination instead of them? She would rather have gone to Kalos which, she was convinced, she would have enjoyed much, much more. This was because she was desperate to get a scholarship for a college in Kalos to live out the rest of her life in Couriway town, set up her own business, a plant shop decorated to perfection - every detail she had planned out perfectly in her mind - or, if she was in a more pessimistic mood, fail in doing so but earn a comfortable living in some sort of mind numbing job, just a cog in a corporate machine.
Another step forward and the doors to the Pokecenter opened up in front of her. A bright, glaring light spilled out of the doors, forcing her to blink away the momentary blindness and shrink her neck down into her turtleneck against the cool of the air conditioning. Advancing further into the room only confirmed her suspicions, the place was packed with chaotic trainers talking loudly and one of them even someone playing a sort of loud, rugged music that didn't agree with her overly sensitive ears. At least there weren't any shops but in a way, that made the place seem even more sterile and uninviting. Maybe she didn't realize what she liked? "There are probably more people in this building now than there are in the whole of Freezington" she muttered quietly to Olive as she made her way over to a table on the right hand side of the room. She took a seat and extracted a pair of earmuffs that she always kept on her person from her backpack and proceeded to put them on. Much better she thought