to be a family

Her mind scrabbled to keep up with what Lyra was saying, but felt an angry sneer grace her face. “Yes, I am dead. Was that my choice? Hell no. I don’t want to be here, anymore than I guess you do!” She scrabbled back to get up, gripping herself against Toro. 

There was no mention of tearing the team apart as they left, but it was better to not mention that. Ever. One never knew exactly who was their ally in this sort of situation and she didn’t want to get caught this early on. It was best to wait until people accepted her as part of the team.

Was his entire past here to torture him?

“Lyra?” he responded, an equally shocked tone in his voice. “N-No, I have a reason to be here. You- You have no reason. If anyone should be asking someone why the hell they’re here, it’s me. Didn’t you beat the pokemon league? What’re you doing in some weak scum organization like this?” he continued, narrowing his eyes.

Come to think of it, could she even trust Silver with that particular secret? Yes, they knew each other, but who was to say he didn’t have a legitimate reason to join Team Rocket and wouldn’t hand her over to the Executives if she told him? Although, he did just call it ‘weak’ again... Who was she kidding? Everything was ‘weak’ to him. He’d probably call a baby playing peek-a-boo weak for it’s inability to understand object permanence.

She had seen Damian with Tabitha earlier, and figured he would be distracted long enough for her to take at least Toro outside. It was wonderful, the grass under her bare feet, the sun on her face– it had been months since she had felt these things. She was so engrossed in the feeling of nature and having her starter with her she never even noticed the person coming up on her.

Toro let out a chirp of warning, and she turned just in time to see another girl falling forward– right on top of her. The two tumbled to the ground, Sapphire letting out a short shriek before impact. She lay there dazed, trying to ignore the screaming pain from her broken arm and ribs. Well, this sucked. She had screwed her eyes shut during the fall, but opened them as the girl finished speaking.

Oh. Oh no. 

She certainly recognized her. Long boring league meetings, inter-regional functions, all the fun things that came with being Hoenn’s champion for four years– she remembered this face. Kanto– or was it Johto’s? Champion was in front of her… or on top of her to be more specific– what on earth could she be doing here? Not that Sapphire had much room to talk.

“Uh... yeah.” The pain in her ankle was, for now, forgotten as she took all this in. “Lyra. Williams. And you’re... dead. Should be dead. But you’re not. Dead, that is. You’re here. In the... Kanto/Johto border... area.” She probably sounded so stupid right now, but there was a lot going on.

☺ : Best childhood memory?

☻: Worst childhood memory? 

☼ : What were you like as a child?

♥ : Any crushes growing up?

✮ : Did you know/like your parents?

☣ : Worst influence on you as a kid?

✉ : Did you have a lot of friends?

☛ : Were you heavily punished?

♫ : Favorite song?

✄ : Anything you wish you could cut out?

❀ : Were you more feminine or masculine?

✿ : Were you an early or late bloomer for puberty?

“Pretty much, not that I’ve ever had a problem with it.” However, if it was a pretty long time without any missions, then that’s when Ellie would get concerned. As much as she liked fixing things as the next mechanic, it didn’t hurt to have a change once in a great while.

“Time off? Well theres plenty of answers to that question. Theres the break room where fellow Rockets relax and socialize, hanging out in my dorm room, or even leave base for a change in scenery.”

“You know, I think I’m gonna be fine with it, too.” She was afraid of getting her missions directly from some higher-up with a vendetta against her. Wouldn’t it be just tragic if something happened to her on a dangerous mission? ... Moltres, I am fucking paranoid.

Silver was in a bad mood. It wasn’t really set off by anything, it’s just that he was almost always in a bad mood– especially when he was in the base for too long. He walked down the halls angrily, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head hanging. He wasn’t really watching where he was going but his attitude was enough to keep people from walking into him. However, as he turned a corner someone had the nerve to walk directly into him. 

Sure there was literally no way that either of them would’ve the noticed the person on the other side of the corner but he wasn’t about to admit that he had been at fault here. His head snapped up and he glared at the grunt- the girl- that had bumped into him.

“Hey, watch where you’re going.” he snapped, his voice annoyed and short. Normally he would’ve shoved right past them and kept going but his temper was already being tested. He might as well let some steam off by yelling at this poor girl. He deserved an apology. Even if he really didn’t, he wanted one.

Lyra wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. That would have meant looking up and letting people see her face. No, it was safer - arguably - to focus on her feet and the floor in front of her. Of course, that, again, meant not paying attention to her surroundings and most certainly not looking around corners before she turned, resulting in smacking her face against someone’s chest.

“Sorry... sor-” His voice seemed familiar somehow. Now where had she heard that anger before? Her mind flashed to Pokemon battles and Cherrygrove City and a Feraligatr and her eyes widened. Quickly, the short girl tilted her head back and there was that oh-so-familiar mop of red hair and that face wearing a familiar angry expression and she stepped back instinctively.