Fire Master Malva

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western!au = my muse is a cowboy

royalty!au = my muse is a princess

Malva

Owe: Clair

Waiting: ~

Plotting: ~

Wes

Owe: Rui

Waiting: Michael (AU), Michael, Red

Plotting: ~

Will

Owe: ~

Waiting: Sabrina, Clair, Ethan

Malva

Owe: Clair

Waiting: ~

Plotting: ~

Wes

Owe: Rui

Waiting: Red, Michael (AU), Michael

Plotting: ~

Will

Owe: Ethan

Waiting: Sabrina, Clair

Malva

Owe: ~

Waiting: Clair, Siebold

Plotting: ~

Wes

Owe: Rui

Waiting: Red, Michael (AU), Michael

Plotting: ~

Will

Owe: Ethan

Waiting: Sabrina, Clair

      He notices the Pokemon before them, backs his own Rapidash back several paces as the snow swirls in agitation. Before he can shout over a howling wind she’s chosen her Pokemon and it’s very presence fills his entire being with dread. Chandelure sways at her master’s side, it’s dance as alluring as it is terrifying.  Non. Is the singular thought that crosses his mind as he finally pulls his gaze away, focuses on Malva and watches as she does the only thing he expects her to do: snaps her fingers. Issuing her order to attack and on such treacherous footing! It’s reckless. You are not here on your own, Malva. He wants to shout but there’s no time. 

      As fire brandishes its mark on the land, sears away the ice and their current threat he draws forth his own ball and calms the expression on his face. He will never give her the satisfaction of bearing witness to his unease, his cautions seeming for naught.  “And once again we have another grand miscalculation by the League, what a surprise–” until he feels rumbling in his saddle, hears it over the haunting song of her dreadful Pokemon. 

      The elite is not as adept as Malva, his expertise at riding ending the moment his Rapidash stumbles back, her distressful cries drowned over roiling rocks and snow. She rears before he can calm her. He can’t hold onto the reigns or remain in the saddle with her buckling frame and with a yell he’s thrown from his saddle. Gyarados senses the danger his trainer is in and without a summon from Siebold’s lips he’s out of the ball the chef so dutifully clings to. Before snow and rock can do more than tug him downward he grabs ahold of his cold and scaly frame and lets the Pokemon drag him to safety. 

      That safety is further down the mountain, off the path they were following. That’s all he has time to register before the roar of a Beartic draws his focus. He looks up, eyes searching for Malva and of course he finds her with an upset contender. He wants to quip that this is all her fault, and for that reason he refrains from sending his own Pokemon to assist. She can handle it if she wants to provoke every already upset Pokemon out there. 

      His head pounds as he uses Gyarados to pull himself up from feet of snow, and he uses its body to regain balance before looking around. He spies his mount up where it is safe and sound and a part of him rings with bitterness as she stares right back from her perch so high. He sees no way to make it up the slope and as Chandelure deals the final blow he’s ready to confront the other elite. 

“...I know cowards love to point the blame at others to make themselves feel better about their own ineptitude, but I at least expected you to be more mature about it.” Rococo had hovered back to Malva’s side now, happily swaying next to her. She put a hand on his glass head, pulling him close to her side to show her satisfaction with his work. 

“Honestly now, if I truly had as much power over the world as you imagine, don’t you think I wouldn’t have already erased it all by this point?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, turning Canter back around to face the only available path before them. “The sooner we solve these beasts, the sooner we can be rid of each other’s presence and this depressing mountain--that’s all.”

Lightly kicking the sides of her Rapidash, Malva resumed her march, not even bothering to check and see if her partner was following. She couldn’t afford any more distractions now, not when she could feel the cold beginning to penetrate her thick layers of winter gear.