fight til you die

The first thing Agatha noted about Hive City? It wreaked of stagnant water and whining. The pollution was somehow worse than Saffron; she could barely see the sky if she squinted (definitely not due to poor vision) and the randomly moving buildings were tacky as hell. Some kind of cheap parlor trick. She had no trouble getting around; in fact, despite her tiny, crooked frame she held all the vitality of her youth so long as she kept her Pokemon by her side. Whether it was placebo sentiment or some kind of self-inflicted curse, the world would never know. Rapping her cane against concrete impatiently, she scoffs loudly enough to create a disturbance.   "You there! Tell me where to find the nearest tea shop." if ignored for longer than two seconds, expect a merciless smack in the leg for disrespecting your elders. Agatha's already short temper was cut even shorter being here, it seems. Maybe she was just irritated because she'd been stripped of her Pokemon. The Gastly was still faithfully idle in his Pokeball, but her decaying heart ached heavily for the others. They were the only family she knew.