#atrcus

Of all things, Kita was not the nostalgic type. Especially when a certain location only brought memories that sparked guilt or pain. The Naranja-Uva Academy being one of those locations. Sure, there were definitely good moments as well. If it hadn't been for the academy, she would never have received Ollie back then.

The one reason she had returned was because it'd been so long that surely there wouldn't be anyone on campus who'd recognize her. Not that she planned on letting anyone see her. The music class was another reason she had come back. Word was that the instructor had a unique way of teaching by combining music with battling. The love for performance arts seemed to run in her family so naturally she was intrigued.

She had managed to find a spot on the roof that was fairly close to the window of the music classroom, close enough to hear the melodies but inconspicuous enough so that no one would be able to see her unless they really leaned far out the window or looked down directly from the sky above.

There was a recognizable tune playing to which Kita couldn't help but hum along. Soon, her humming became singing, though still soft for it to be drowned out by the instruments. At a point, the playing did stop, so abruptly that Kita couldn't catch herself before her voice slipped through the silence.

The next day, as she made her way back to the school, she overheard some passing students chatting about "the singing ghost in the music classroom."

…Whoops.

//I genuinely get so worried about her dialogue sometimes lol, but I keep saying she would absolutely say ‘fuck’ if Nintendo wasnt holding her hand.

I’d love to interact sometime!! Thank you!!

“It’s REALLY Fuckin annoying when people assume that it’s the worst place in the world???

I have a bed here! I have food! There’s tons of cool shit! I get more care here than I EVER got anywhere else!

Nobody gave a SHIT about me as a kid! The only person who DID I can barely remember ! I was left alone and i had to figure out everything by MYSELF! I get more nurturing here than I’ve ever had before!

he blinks, and then another. his gaze's tilted towards the pokeball in the instructor's hand. the slow recognition of just what they were about to do settles deep within his eyes ( and the tiny curl of the corner of his lip, masked by the warm scarf he wore on this particularly blistery day ) . it amuses him just as much as the contrast between the cool tone and his rather 'fluffy' appearance.

"You know mother won't be happy about this"

"I know, but Rika? It's better then staying here... For as big as Paldea is, I need to see the world with my own eyes."

"So you're just gonna leave? Like that? Without even telling her goodbye?"

"It's better this way..."

"You're selfish."

"Maybe I am, but that's my way... If she even remotely understood what the treasure hunt was actually about, she wouldn't get in the way of me discovering what my treasure really is- and it's not here in Paldea."

"You're hardly giving it a chance."

"It ran out of time to show me that chance, then... I can't handle this, goodbye, Rika."

And then she was gone, on the back of her Talonflame, off into the sky to who knows where, leaving the young Academy bound Rika there choking back sobs.

(very) awkward hug for the nurse

There's a rustling in the tall grasses, but it's no pokemon that appears, just a blue haired gym leader, looking up at blond. ' Sorry - ah. ' A vague recollection crosses his features, but he can't pick out a name, and barely a position. It's bad enough he can barely remember his coworkers' names at times. ' You're ... ' He tries, though it doesn't come to mind in the end, so he falls silent, hoping that they'd fill in the blank instead.