mythweaver

❝ Now who let that Glameow out of the bag? ❞

She figured it was the same person that told Morty someone she’ll track down later. Ziarae hadn’t been expecting anything for today ( or really, much of ever ) so the chocolate was a pleasant surprise. They looked good too, the channeler specifically eyeing the darker variation. 

❝ Aw he shouldn’t have... ❞

She had nearly forgotten it was her birthday. It was never something she truly celebrated, even back home with her twin brother. Their father wasn’t really around due to work, so they just tended so silently acknowledge it and go on with the day. It was mostly the same now, but her Pokemon still reminded her about it. Mostly Gibdo, the Dusknoir always bringing her something on this fateful day. 

Ziarae wondered exactly who had told him, because she was sure she didn’t. Curious. She’ll have to ask him later. For now, she could only smile as she opened the box, seeing the sweet treats inside. Now these were adorable. She almost felt bad for wanting to eat them, the little ghost Pokemon cookies were so well made. 

The Sableye huffed, throwing himself back and laying onto his back, not unlike a child. He was always the one getting himself into trouble and this time was no exception. The newest member of the team was trembling on her shoulder, the Cutiefly hiding behind crimson strands. Which, having him for a bit now, wasn’t too unusual.

Toby, as he was affectionately named, was a shy Pokemon. And by the looks of it, scared of Ghost-types. It wasn’t the best combination, especially when she had someone like Feldspar who thrived off of thrills of terrifying it.

At least... her Sableye was the true problem here. Gibdo would never purposely scare anyone ( though being a Dusknoir, he did so unintentionally ), her Oricorio kept her distance out of respect, and Auriel was the one Pokemon that Toby was the most comfortable around. At first, Ziarae felt as she should return the Cutiefly because of just how scared he was. But to return him meant him going back to adoption, and that didn’t sit right with her when he truly was a great Pokemon. And the two had gotten along so well, connecting near immediately. Surely they could work this out, help Toby with his fear so he could truly be part of the team.

A sigh escaped her, watching Feldspar get back on his feet. ❝ I’ll talk to you later. Go on. ❞ The Dark-type looked at her, surprised by her tone as she turned away from him, attention turned to Toby. He only groaned gently before moving away, leaving the two. 

❝ Sorry about that, he’s just... like that. Though I think we can change that. ❞ She began, a hand gently stroking Toby’s soft fuzz. He seemed to melt right into her hand, resting happily. Ziarae couldn’t help but to smile. Who wouldn’t at this sight? She sighed again, footsteps quietly echoing in the room. 

     ares blinks alongside his trainer when the expected slap to the cheek doesn’t come, though the charizard’s surprise is more obvious than patch’s is, the dual-type glancing between the stranger and his friend.      patch almost coughs out loud when she instead gives an… an AMUSED response ? or maybe she chose to disguise her disgust with amusement ? something– there was no way that a woman as… regal-looking as she was would laugh at him for essentially saying he’d like to touch her, ahem, chest. 

     ❝ huh– ❞      her response alone is enough to throw him off his game, the man surely tilted now. she… she wanted to know if he did this to everyone, or if she was just lucky ? maybe… maybe he should lie, just to be safe. hmm. patch allows himself a quick glance to his charizard, the large fire-breathing lizard beside him mirroring his shock. it was probably a little obvious he was surprised, given that most women either ignored him or again, HIT him.      ❝ hmm. truthfully, i offer MANY services t’ ladies, yer jus’ th’ first one t’ be offered… this one.      so i guess you COULD consider yerself t’ be lucky. jus’ depends on how ya see it. as ya can tell, my… pickup lines aren’t exactly GREAT. figured it was worth a shot. ❞      sure, what he’d initially said was… disgusting. but at least he knew what ‘ no ‘ meant. if she wasn’t interested he could easily drop it, and would.

A bubble of laughter escaped her, his shocked expression humorous to her. She wondered what he had expected of her; to just walk on and pretend he wasn’t there? Perhaps a smack on the cheek? She wasn’t the type to get physical unless it was needed, and there was no need in this situation. Words were getting the job done just fine, if his surprise was anything to go off of. 

❝ If I can make a suggestion, maybe starting off with something a little less suggestive might work better for you. ❞ Most women didn’t appreciate comments like that after all. Herself included of course, but she was in a good mood and was willing to humor something like this. And it was certainly amusing to her. His reactions were gold. ❝ Compliment a girl’s hair or her eyes before going there, hm? You’ll net better results. ❞

@spiritshackled. run zia, run as far as you can.

     it really was such a curse that he hadn’t been raised with his mother around– for she would SURELY of taught him that ogling a woman so blatantly, and IN PUBLIC, was one of the worst things a man could do.      in fact, patch is pretty sure he can imagine her voice ( an assumption of what she sounded like ) calling him… hmm. a grumpig ? an emboar ? either of the two would work, and they definitely fit him in the current situation.      ares is staring at him from his right, the charizard’s eyes trained in on his trainer’s face, the dual-type attempting to figure out just what exactly he was staring a–… oh. there’s an annoyed snort, steam billowing from the flame pokemon’s nostrils. ares was used to this sort of behavior, his trainer often behaving like a magikarp without water when put around women. he could only imagine what sort of disaster was sure to come from the incoming encounter, the woman patch had been staring at steadily moving closer.       there’s the sound of the man’s throat being cleared, his lips being moistened by his tongue. he knows exactly what to say, and sure, it’s likely he’ll be whacked for it, but maybe she’s the sort to like a more straightforward ( … blunt as hell ) bloke ?

     ❝ hey pretty lady– yer back hurtin’ ya ? y’know, i’d be inclined t’ help take a load off, i’m sure i’ve got big enough hands t’ help out with yer problem. ❞

To be stared at was something she had grown accustomed to. At first it took her by surprise, unsure as to why so many eyes would follow her. It usually never happened in Geosenge, where there were so few people to begin with. Of course it didn’t take her long to understand why. Beauty like hers stood out in the crowd, that flaming mane of hair doing little favors to stop it. The Ghost-types she had didn’t help the issue either. And so she accepted it, learning to usually tune it out and focus on other matters. 

She found herself unable to tune this one out though. Perhaps it was because there wasn’t so many people out and about, or the fact the man had a Charizard with him, making him stand out like herself. His lecherous comment made her pause in her stride, though not out of anger or disgust. Rather, there was a tinge of amusement, evident by the corner of her lips rising up for a brief moment. Something else she had become familiar with, it wasn’t the crudest thing Ziarae has had directed to herself, which was a plus she supposed. Wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. 

The air was nice and cool, autumn having settled in nicely for the time. Leaves of gold and red floated in the breezes calmly. It was... serene, the world quiet if only for a short time. If only it could always be like this. The Channeler leaned against her staff, head tilted up to take in the beauty of the dark sky above her. 

Ziarae was unprepared for what happened next. The peace shattered as an assailant made their move, attacking her without warning. It was a whirlwind of action, with her doing her best to fight back, to stay alive. She wasn’t the most physically strong, but it wouldn’t mean she would be a particularly easy target. 

While the vicious attack happened, her mind raced to try to understand why. Why her? Was this a random strike, or something more sinister? Had this been planned out, waiting for her to go out into the open? She couldn’t be sure. What she was certain about was this person wasn’t out for her money or valuables. This one wanted her dead. 

❝ You won’t get away with this. ❞ She spat out, blood following her words, a nasty gash just covered by her hair. Her body trembled, struggling to stay up, to continue. The assailant only struck her again on the head, and her body crumbled, falling onto the cold ground below. Vision darkened and blurred as she struggled to keep on, eyes once again facing the stars against a black sky. 

have you ever ___? || accepting

have you ever ___? || accepting