giratina.

kashia

24

she/her

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favorite pokemon: torterra! 

favorite gen: 4th gen! 

meet her muses: 

carmichael de luca: intro . pinterest . connections . 

  route 15 was familiar to kaine, especially since it was where the only poke transfer lab in unova was located at. however, he was used to it being mostly quiet, so when his attention was captured by the trainer asking for help, he could not help but feel annoyed. without a word, he immediately pushes past the trainer, letting his metang out of its pokeball, and walks towards the devious pokemon that was biting on the bag. he was uninterested in the purple feline, but if he had a choice, he would rather not hurt it, since it wasn’t at fault here.

  “metang, take down.” the iron claw pokemon doesn’t hesitate, easily charging towards the purrloin, before stopping mere inches away from it. kaine smiles inwardly, proud that his metang knew his intentions without him instructing it. the purrloin, now startled, drops the bag and flees, unharmed. only then does kaine turn back to look at the helpless trainer with narrowed eyes. 

  “what if i wasn’t here to help? would you have just stood here waiting?” his metang returns to his side and kaine picks up the bag from its metal claws before tossing it towards its owner. he decides he may have been just a little too critical and sighs, calming himself down, “i’m just saying… you should be more careful. especially since your pokemons are inside, right?”

          she  taps  her  temple  when  her  hand  is  freed  of  its  carry  duty,  teasing  smile  on  her  lips.  it’s  not  entirely  true,  mostly,  but  wouldn’t  put  it  past  kadabra  and  all  of  his  psychic  force  to  actually  be  able  to  read  her  mind.  sabina  turns  for  a  second,  recalling  her  pokemon  into  his  ball  as  she’s  sure  he  wants  the  quiet  for  meditation.  that’s  when  ralts  pokes  its  head  up  from  her  backpack  again,  they’re  never  too  far.  ‘  ralts  helps  get  the  command  across.  ’  sabina  keeps  the  soft  smile,  hopes  to  ease  the  boy  about  a  voice  resonating  in  his  head  when  he  still  sounds  unnerved.   ‘  don’t  worry  about  it.  i’m  glad  i  could  help.  is  everything  in  there  intact ?  ’   now  there’s  concern  in  her  eyes.

they seem interested, at least, and ali will call that a small win — he hasn’t completely embarrassed himself in front of them. their question makes him pause, trying to think of how to answer. how do you tell someone you might be off in another city trying to rehab shadow pokemon? “i hope so. laurel has me running all over, unfortunately.” a half truth, but one he hoped could be forgiven. “but i’m hoping i’ll catch some of the change.” her face lights up as they talk about battling, and he smiles — he wishes he could be that passionate about it, after all — until they assume he’s going to give them a good battle. with how excited she is, though, he can’t bring himself to dash their hopes. “i’ll do my best to give you a good fight, but you overestimate me.” 

ANY LOCATION ; it was rough work, editing your own footage. but leila tries to keep an optimistic vibe. she’s only been in the industry for a couple of years, but she was no slowpoke; rather, she tries to absorb all the things she could around her in order to further her own personal agendas. currently, the point in the agenda required for her to put together this quick reel of coordinator interviews she conducted a while ago to send back to her station, but quickly realized that she was just a bit short of footage to really give it that ‘oomph’ she’s looking for. spotting somebody passing by, leila looks up from her device and tries to wave them down. “no, no, not a battle! just a ..question! a quick one, promise!” ; @shadowstart​

with trained calmness, one that didn’t really show itself during her job, leila glanced at the offending purrloin and then back to carmichael. quickly assessing what she could do, the young woman decided against calling out another one of her own pokemon. nat-nat, the natu on her shoulder, could only look on the other with a curious glance as leila gave a reassuring smile. “purrloins can sense your anxiety, i believe. and they are more afraid of you than you are of them.” though half of their sentence honestly came from one of her grandmother’s well-intentioned monologues, leila hoped it would give the other comfort. “but if we need to battle it, well .. so be it.” she looked at him questioningly. “d-did you want me to battle it?”

they give him a chance to talk about his favorite subject, and he practically lights up, despite not wanting to appear overeager. “so deerling, they’re meant to change with the seasons, but i have not seen it myself. you see how they are green?” he points to their smooth fur, careful not to move too quickly. “a few weeks ago, these same ones were actually pink. give it a month, and they should be orange. supposedly.” he contains his excitement with a sheepish grin when he turns back, tapping his pen against his notebook with nervous energy. “that sounds like a trip to the medical center to me. you really can find trainers to battle in these parts?”  

“oh — well,” he trails off, scratching the back of his head with some embarrassment, his small smile sheepish. “i…got distracted, i guess. i haven’t seen deerling like this before.” he’s heard they change with the seasons, of course, but he didn’t know it was true. he quirks an eyebrow at their training statement — when he had mentioned zuri’s name to a friend, they had told him exactly how good of a trainer she really was. “you sure these deerling will be enough of a challenge to them?”

he’s crouched, watching the summer deerling through the tall grass, notebook open beside him. before he is startled into standing, attention shifting to them. “zuri,” he says in lieu of a greeting, recalling their name with a genuine smile, hand going to jez to check on her out of habit. “not catch, no, just some research for the professor. i’ve heard some of the towns people saw azumarill over here. are you trying to make leo some friends?” 

in the colder months, winter preferred to make the trek from route three to undella town on foot. the stretch through the cities was time consuming, but the reward of breaking out from the metropolitan into lostlorn forest and beyond made it worth it. this was one of the few times they intersected another person on this path, though.

“cat burgled?” they stood beside the clearly embarrassed trainer, omelette attempting to squeeze himself into their arms the minute they stopped moving. they knew just how irritating purrloin could be, gloating with their catch on a lower hanging branch of the tree. “hmmm… i have an idea–air slash!”

spurred on by the command, the jubilee pokemon whirled and sent a slim blade of air hurtling at the purple feline. it flinched! the motion was enough, and the bag tumbled from its sharp little jaws, plummeting like a stone into the bushes below. they stepped hesitantly towards the tree, intent on avoiding the now irritated purrloin while collecting its stolen goods.

          mistakes  happen,  a  lapse  in  concentration  is  something  she  can  all  too  well  relate  to,  there’s  no  reason  for  the  red  sitting  so  saturated  on  his  cheeks.  but  she  gets  in,  asking  for  help  even  when  you  need  it  isn’t  the  first  option  she  goes  to  either.  if  anything,  it’s  brave  of  him  to  approach  her  like  he  did.  the  smile  is  not  mocking,  it’s  meant  to  be  an  attentive  one  as  her  eyes  scan  for  the  said  kitty  stuck  in  a  tree,  the  hanging  bag  that  has  no  business being  up  there  helping  immensely  her  scouting  job.  sabina  offers  him  a  nod  along  with  a  smile,  knows  that  kadabra  is  itching  to  get  some  revenge  on  the  last  purrloin  that  sucker  punched  him  last.  getting  closer  to  the  said  tree,  she  sends  her  pokemon  out,  and  the  type  counter  doesn’t  bother  her  much  as  she  had  another  plan  in  mind  than  a  fight  that  could  damage  the  bag.  she’s  noticed  the  stacked  up  sleeping  combees  on  a  higher  branch,  and  in  a  perfect  synchronism  with  her  thoughts,  kadabra  uses  psycho  cut  on  it,  leaving  the  duo  to  watch  a  scared  cat  dropping  the  bag  in  surprise  and  flee  with  the  angry  hive  on  its  tail.  the  happy  psi  pokemon  makes  sure  to  stop  the  bag  in  its  fall,  levitating  it  towards  his  trainer  for  easier  retrieval.  she  grabs  it,  hopping  back  to  the  other  trainer  with  her  good  boy  on  her  heels,  offering  the  lost  item  back.