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Out of all the things that Janine could be excited about–her new gym, her new title, her new status in the world–she felt the most satisfaction in the fact that she finally had her own chair at the Indigo Plateau meeting room. No longer was she forced to “go play” in another room while the adults talked. Now, after an announcement that everyone knew was coming, she was one of the adults.
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Had it not been for the girl’s size alone, her attitude and way of speaking certainly solidified one major point — Janine was most definitely a child.
She laughed along as Janine talked. It was easy to see how inexperienced she was, but it was... charming. So very, very charming. She smiled brighter than usual. “Well good thing you were busy, so it gave me an excuse to give it to you. Next time it’ll be a Dragalge’s venom. It’d take me a ways to get there, though, but then it’ll be really special, huh?”
It was adorable in a way that Clair wasn’t able to outwardly express; she was only thirteen, after all, in that phase where she probably thought she was all adult-like and ‘grown-up,’ bolstered by her recent promotion into being a Gym Leader.
Who knows how much of her ego Clair would shatter by babying her, but she supposed she couldn’t help it, subconsciously, anyway. Whether or not her suspicions were true about Janine, she still was one of the few girls on the Pokemon League, and especially, one of the only ones who was still a child. If she was correct, then she’d only wish to be to Janine what she’d needed for herself when she was the girl’s age. And if she was incorrect, well, the same still applied.
The question now remained — how in the hell was she going to breach this topic to a thirteen-year-old girl? If Clair was wrong... then would Janine even know what she was talking about? Would she seem like a freak for asking? After all, Clair was an adult now, and, well... she’d hate the implications that follow, just because of who she is.
Thankfully, there was a silver lining in all of this.
She decided to start walking out the room, politely giving space for Janine to follow her out. “Well, you heard about them talking about the fundraising event earlier, right? You were outside, so...” she decided to recap, “we’re having a month where we’ll be raising money for our favorite charities. Every time a trainer battles us, whether we win or lose, we take some of the proceeds and put it towards a charity of our choice. It’s sort of a fun way to see how many trainers we can battle — and we can battle each-other, too, or trainers outside of the Gym, if you have time. They haven’t put down a set number, but it’ll be the same so we can keep track.”
“I know it’ll be cutting it kinda close, since you just became a Gym Leader, so maybe I could suggest some of the charities I know about? There’s plenty you might be interested in.” She... hoped Janine would run with this, and not have anything in mind. It seemed somewhat cruel to her for her to say that, but at least then... maybe... that would be a good way to approach the topic.
Now, normally, Clair would love to find a good enough reason to get Lance out of that damn office that involved something fun — but her idea of fun and say, Green’s, were two totally different things.
To her, Lance and she were like Steve Irwin, in a sense; their idea of fun together was saving wildlife — namely, Dragon wildlife. It was a tragic thing, after all; many dragons were considered rare and precious by default, and as a result, have always been hunted down at a much higher rate by poachers, or displaced from their homes by thieves, gangs, and back-alley smugglers. One of the major bonding activities the two engaged in — overlapping in both familial territory, as well as League obligations — was protecting these Pokemon, both in their native regions of Kanto and Johto, and abroad.
This particular work was very special to Clair; after all, she’d made one of her closest friends during one of these escapades — her Druddigon, Cherish. But this time around, their presence was requested in Sinnoh, to investigate some suspicious activity within the Wayward Cave — the only known place where the Dragon-type Gible, and its evolutions, are known to live.
It was no surprise that Lance — and by extension, Clair — would take on such a request. After all, it was made by Lance’s boyfriend; how could he refuse?
Wayward Cave was a sad little story, one that infuriated Clair. What was once held as a holy grounds for the people of Celestic Town in a long, spiraling cave where Garchomp would make their nests, was effectively buried after construction took place for the Cycling Road beside Eterna. Ever since then, while a pilgrimage was created to compensate and still arrive to the breeding grounds for these impressive dragons, needless to say, it made it more difficult for the dragon clan there to regularly check up on the Garchomp and their families.
Hence, evil could lurk around and harm the dragons there, and they would be none the wiser.
As Lance and Clair arrived there, they were immediately met with a sad sight: a pitch-dark cave with obvious murals partially buried by rubble. It was seen as easily as the front entrance, but the melancholy display was cut short by a small Pokemon’s cry — and to a trained dragon tamer, was easily identified as a baby Gible.
With eyes wide, Clair looked to her cousin, sending out her Ampharos, allowing her Flash to light up a vaster majority of the area surrounding them. “Here, we have to move — fast.”
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The Draconids have always been a ‘hard to contact’ people – and such matters were only made worse through tourism of the Meteor Falls area. More Trainers exploring the mountains meant less privacy for her clan, and as hundreds of years ticked by, the village had eventually been moved into a dip in the range. Far from most prying eyes, underneath the open Hoenn sky that she loved so much.
As she’s told now, the village opens itself to outsiders; particularly to strong Trainers.
Not that she’s seen it personally now.
How long has she been away from home, again?
So if the Blackthorn Clan has attempted to get ahold of her, Zinnia has been none the wiser to their attempts. Only a few keep her number. And even fewer can manage to get ahold of her.
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Just by Clair’s expression alone, it was easy to tell that she hardly wanted anything to do with this place. With her brows furrowed, a scowl on her lips, she was already regretting the decision she’d made — out of her own rashness, anyway; why was she always one run her own mouth without a filter whenever her mind went blank?
In any case, all she’d wanted to do was impress this girl — a girl much like herself: a Dragon Master. But that’s about where their similarities ended. Clair only had a few ideas of what attracted her to Zinnia, and in many ways, they came about because it only came to showcase how different Zinnia’s clan treated her. Treated women. Zinnia was a soldier, not traditionally pretty, with a messy bowl cut and an attitude that was anything but genteel. She was loud, brazen, and absolutely had every right to do so, and it was for these reasons that Clair just... loved her.
She was allowed to be everything Clair wished she was, without backlash from her elders above criticizing her for daring to wield a sword and shield. She was unabashedly badass, and my god, why did Clair invite her to a place like this?
A place where Zinnia’s born-and-raised talent was shunned? Where she’d be subject to discrimination of old bigoted men as if they had any right to judge Zinnia’s upbringing. Her stomach was in knots the entire time, freezing involuntarily as she made her way to the entrance arch of Blackthorn City.
If it had just been Clair herself, this would have been fine, but it wasn’t even the fear of what they’d do to Zinnia that froze her in her tracks. It was that Zinnia would see how backwards and abhorrent her clan was and... want nothing to do with Clair as a result.
Zinnia’s question jumped Clair out of her skin before she could think too far ahead. “Well... they’re already gonna hate you by default, so you probably can’t do anything right in their mind. Just... be yourself, okay? Be polite when nobody’s coming at you, but if they do, like... feel free to be an asshole right back.” She shrugged, folding her arms. “I don’t really know what to say; I’ve never... never...” and she found herself mumbling, “never brought anyone here before.”
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Perhaps it was because of the words she’d constantly heard spewed at her that she feared her fixation on the young Hayashi girl, Koga’s daughter, was... predatory. It was a residual feeling — one she fought down with her own clenched fists and her own steely knowledge of herself and herself alone, past all of the vitriol and spite that was spewed her way by ignorant mouths with no knowledge or the care to understand — but... still.
What if she was wrong?
After all, it had been her first year within the Pokemon League; she’d just come to expand her circle of friends, colleagues, acquaintances, past the jail cell confines of the Blackthorn Clan she’d known so well; perhaps she was just... projecting. Perhaps everyone else was, too.
When she’d heard rumors about Koga’s son being vehemently refuted by the man to be a daughter, and nothing more, she couldn’t help but raise an ear out of curiosity, only to shake her own head and try to dismiss the thoughts that there ever could be another like her. What if it was just some tragedy — a son he’d lost early on and had wished to forget about him to cope? What if people were... simply mistaken? It wouldn’t surprise her; people around here seem to be a special breed of idiot; it wouldn’t surprise her if some misinformation had spread around and wouldn’t stop going ever since then.
Simply put, there was so much more she had to learn before she could herself determine if it warranted talking to Koga about, especially with the risk that would be involved. What if he really did just have a daughter, born and raised that way? There was no reason to believe she could trust the man enough to think he’d understand Clair herself should she come out right in front of him.
There were too many risks involved.
So she bode her time, listening in and piquing her interest whenever Koga brought up the girl in meetings, in the break room, or just generally in conversation within Clair’s presence. She tried not to let it off too easily that she was interested in the girl specifically, but Koga loved to gush about her so much that it wasn’t hard to bring her up in the conversation and not have it be awkward.
For that, Clair was quietly grateful; however, he never seemed to bring up anything specific, anything indicting. Which... she couldn’t blame him either way; if Clair’s suspicions really were true, why would he have any reason to just... put her in danger like that? But if she was wrong — if her instincts were wrong... what reason would there be to bring it up then, either?
Clair was left in the dark, no further in her search for quiet answers more than she had started, and nothing dare spill or slip past the Poisonous Ninja Master’s lips, either. He was iron-clad in spilling out any secrets. A sharp and reliable man, to be sure.
He’d do well in Lance’s fellowship of the Elites come the following month.
And thus that month came, where a meeting took place to announce Koga’s movement from the Fuchsia City Gym to the ranks of the Elite Four, and also revealing, of course, who would take his place.
It was an announcement of courtesy more than anything as, after all, many people knew this moment would be coming, and who would be revealed. Clair, however, was not among those in the know — as those who seemed most knowledgeable about it seemed to be within the Kanto League exclusively, as well as Lance and his Elites.
You could only imagine Clair’s surprise when, coming inside of the room, in her full shozoku and a bandage on her cheek, was that scrappy little twelve-year-old Janine looking as proud as ever. And so young, too! It astounded Clair ( and frankly worried her, a bit ) that someone so young would be taking up the mantle — even younger than that Viridian boy just a year earlier.
But past her shock, she found herself... proud of the young girl. She certainly must have had some of the best Poison-type training experience known to man under her father’s tutelage, and she couldn’t wait for the opportunity to finally meet her.
...And, perhaps, understand her.
She’d waited until all of the others departed from their formal greetings of Janine in the meeting room, and they’d all since moved on to the break room after sending her off with her gifts. Only nothing about the recipient, Clair had gotten her something more... generic — a bottle of Tentacruel venom that she had... very graciously convinced Misty to get for her. She held it behind her back, rolling from her heels to her toes waiting for the last League member to depart from Janine’s company — Johto’s own first Gym Leader, Falkner.
After a while of conversation between the two ( Clair could tell the two were familiar with one-another ), Falkner finally departed with the rest, leaving Clair to approach the young girl... rather nervously, tucking some hair behind her ear now that it was down for the occasion. “Ahaha... hey there, newbie. Congrats on the new spot! Nobody told me who you were gonna be so... I hope some Tentacruel ooze is a good starting gift. If not, then, well...” she scratched her cheek. “...I could always get you something else? I’m the Blackthorn Leader, so... if you’re up for something Dragon-related, I could always get you a scale or something.”
hey guys! it’s ji-ji hopefully for the last time doing one of these introductory starter calls!!
i’m really confident and excited to try out a female muse for the first time! i hope u guys have fun too!
i just wanna preface by saying — clair can be a little intense at times, and she’s often unaware of peoples’ boundaries! she tries to rectify the situation once she can, but pls don’t be afraid to let me know if, during the course of threading with her, she does anything that makes u uncomfortable! i’ll def change it!
that being said, i’ve already plotted with i think four people and answered an open, so i think i’m up for three more threads!
GAMERS MAKE SURE TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND HIT THE BELL ICO
make sure to like this post if you wanna thread with her!! or leave a reply if you’re on a muse’s blog but wanna thread with her as someone else!
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It was an impulse run, of sorts. An overwhelming desire to leave the sheltered confines of Violet City for … well. Admittedly, he could have thought this through a BIT more. While the Ruins of Alph are his usual, familiar escape, Piiko had been given free range for this flight, hence … Goldenrod. For a reason that wholly escaped Falkner. The pidgeot merely landed on the outskirts with a soft cooing deep in her chest — he’d frowned, as if suspecting some secret agenda — but NO, she really did seem perfectly content just to perch on the lamp post outside the cafe he’d eventually wandered into.
A cup of tea sits by his hand ; fingers drum against the black metal of the outdoor table he’d settled for. His eye moves between his phone screen and the steady flow of people on the street beside him. His thumb hovers over Whitney’s contact name for a moment — ‘ she’s probably BUSY … ’ — before he places it facedown on the table. Falkner nearly collapses over it with a long sigh. If he’s being honest with himself … the longer he remains in the League, the less he actually wants to stay. Complacency had become commonplace in his life, and he now regards the monotony with indifference.
‘ You should actually TALK to people, ’ he muses. There’s a flash of a grimace — and he takes his phone in hand yet again, oblivious to his approacher.
There wasn’t a particular reason Clair had come to Goldenrod. It was just to go shopping at its popular mall to poke around and look for some new clothes or perfume or whatnot. Nothing in particular; just to peek, as she was in the area.
While she was here, she paid a visit to Whitney and checked about the National Park, participating in their Bug Catching Contest to fill out the day, but frankly...? She hadn’t much to do. It had only been around four PM when she was done with her shopping, bags in hand, and she figured it high time to have some midday coffee and perhaps some lunch.
There, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face in the window, affirmed doubly by the Pidgeot on the lamppost above. With a smile, she hurried her way inside, thick heels clacking against the hardwood floor inside, and she plopped herself down next to the unsuspecting Gym Leader. “Well, you have a person to talk to right here,” she says with a smile, having caught the butt-end of his murmurings. Placing one bag on the table to free one of her hands, she very lightly punched his arm. “You poor, poor thing, struggling like a floundering Magikarp having to talk to people! Mercy...”
Then she began to rummage through one of her bags. “It’s a good thing you’re here, cuz I actually had a gift for you. Did you get lunch, by the way? I could pay.”
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