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                         ✘ Indie & Semi-Selective Gym Leader Marnie ✘

                                       Written with love by Sand-Rose

“Well, hey, I’m lookin’ forward to seeing ‘em! Personally, gotta say I’m pretty happy the city’s more or less in you two’s hands… could be a lot worse.” Like the yuppie fucks that’ve been taking over Virbank.

Roxie shook her head; now wasn’t the time to be grumbling about shit like that. Release party. Party. Good time. Besides, Marnie’d gone through all the trouble of getting this set up… last thing she wanted to do was ruin it for her.

“…hey, I’unno if I ever told ya this, but I see a lot’f myself in you, y’know? I mean, we both became Leaders ‘round the same age, we both use pretty disrespected types… there’s a lot we’ve got in common. Only difference is that I think you’re handlin’ things a whole lot better than I ever did in Unova.”

    ‘IF THE LEAGUE had its way, Spikemuth wouldn’t be in anyone’s hands’... That’s the response that first pops in Marnie’s head, and it’s a statement that doesn’t leave it. Not here, and certainly not now. Instead...

❝A city runs best when folks who care ‘bout it are lookin’ after it. When I got some things goin’, I oughtta invite ya over personally, yeah?❞

    The praise following catches Marnie a bit off guard, admittedly, and her eyes widen in surprise, the gym leader silent for a beat or two as she tried to lead her words to her tongue.

❝Y- I dunno if y’said so before now, nah... It’s, uh...❞

    Unexpected? High praise? Coming from someone she already looks up to??

“…hey, shit, ain’t you Piers’ little sister? Didn’t think you’d be here so early.”

A shock of white hair cut through the small crowd that had already coalesced in the venue, and it wasn’t difficult at all to figure out who it belonged to. With a drink in her hand and a satisfied grin on her face, Roxie emerged and approached her guest.

“I still gotta thank your brother for settin’ us up with this place. First time we’ve done a big release of anythin’ overseas, after all… kinda surreal to think this’s our fifth album.” Indeed, behind the trio’s waiting instruments on stage, the cover of These Dead Streets hung in all its glory. 

“So how’ve you been doing? Hope the jump up to bein’ a Gym Leader’s been goin’ alright.”

    AH, JEEZ, EVEN a stranger would recognize those locks ( never mind the fact that she’s making a beeline to her position in record time ). She takes the second or two she has before Roxie is in front of her to steel her nerves, and by the time the other begins speaking, Marnie is resolute as ever.

❝Ain’t no trouble. Spikemuth’s always been a place for free thinkin’ and good music, even if some folks out there don’t like it. Piers an’ I are keepin’ it that way, too. Th’ both’a us are happy t’ have ya, ‘specially ta celebrate a milestone like this.❞

    Her expression shifts to sport a tiny smile ( which for her, is fairly sizable ).

"no"

❝... Vandalize His Office Again Day??❞

    FOR SOMEONE LIKE Marnie, there was nothing quite so close to her core as music. She’d had been raised around it for long enough to understand that a song was something so much more than a fun tune to listen to. In her eyes, music had always been much like a sword; a powerful thing to wield that rallied the like-minded hearts of those who really listened, and a weapon that couldn’t be so easily deflected when brandished against those that deserved it.

    Or at least that was the case for good music, anyway. And who’s music ( aside from her brother’s, of course ) would be among the most iconic sounds to her than that of Castle Bravo?

Continued from X

    MARNIE NODS AT Bede’s words with the air of someone speaking about a much heavier issue ( as she should, in her opinion ).

❝Couldn’t agree with you more. I’d like t’ have a word or two with the guy who’s decidin’ what flavors are ‘boring’ ‘r not. Who’s he t’ decide that sorta thing anyway? I’ll yell his windows in real good.❞

    She sighs heavily, crossing her arms in irritation.

A sense of familiarity came over the death god as he happened across this trainer… While he had never encountered her personally, she was unmistakably part of a bloodline blessed by himself.

Curiosity killed the cat as they say, and in some form of irony, the form he chose to approach was very much feline. He needed to see how the bloodline was faring, and few would think twice about a pokemon common to the region approaching them, although his coloration, opting for ‘shiny’ may catch attention, but that was the point. To catch attention, to perhaps ‘test’ this mortal who by blood had his blessing.

    BLIND TO THE presence of the avian, Marnie busies herself at the campsite she’d only narrowly been able to set up before snowstorm hit. Now that the weather had finally calmed down, she’s finally able to exit her tent to stretch and start making something warm to eat.

    With Rui mercifully resting in her Dusk Ball, Marnie sets about making a pot of curry ( spicy, so as to help warm her up better ). At the approach of what appears to be a liepard, She looks up briefly to offer a small smile, unaware of how her pokemon shy away behind her.

Mutuals add me challenge ♡

◤ @barrika-dark​ ◥ cheered:

"Woo! Mac an' cheese! Y'got this, Marns!"

    AT THE SOUND of the encouragement, Marnie sports a little smile. Now that she’s fired up, it’s time to COOK.