“I’m more than just a pretty face, you know. I’m tougher than I look and my Noivern will prove it. Come on then, big shot. Come at me.” Don’t do it - Noivern will rip you to sheds. He’s a power house that loves spicy berries and has temper tantrums till he gets them.

         “Hey, not around Heli.” The journalist understands what Trunks means - and she does find it (really really) flattering, but this wasn’t the time or place. Besides, can’t he see she’s in the middle of spying on Sycamore? she has loads to report on right now.

It didn’t make sense. Curled up lips turned into a smile, the gentle smile turned into laughter, and laughter was accompanied by pearly, wet diamonds lingering on both cheeks. It was a bitter kind of happy - the kind that let you know the wound beneath the surface was still there, but it was slowly starting to heal. Forever. She never imagined it would happen to her, never thought it could happen to anyone. As much as she liked to believe in fairytales, even the brightest parts of her imagination could not have foreseen this turn of events, though, truth be told, it was far from a fairytale life, to begin with. Still, this was her life now. She’d better start making the best of it. “I think, for me, it already did.”

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Trunks, as oddly named as he was, always seemed interested in discussing his work. That was something that was great for her as a journalist. Always a story there. So maybe this time she would manage to get a decent scoop out of him. “Blue, pink and green,” she responded, “the colours of the dexes he ordered this time.” Alexa pulled Heli up closer in her arms as the Helioptile marveled around at their surroundings. “Pre-ordered for the updated voice module and I believe ten times more facts and figures.” She knew because she had wrote the article that advertised the new model of Pokedexes in the Lumiose Gazette a few weeks ago…                      (        @halfsaiycn )

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                            “Hn.” She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. As if she would actually kill someone. If she had the chance she wouldn’t even had killed Akito. All she wanted was to be as far away from this family, and this curse, as possible, but it wasn’t that easy. She didn’t like being told what to do and seeing as Trunks had done that she wasn’t in the mood to talk to him.

“        Don’t tell me what to do.” And, in all honesty she’s leaving that to Kagura because there’s been plenty of times when she’s thought the boar was going to kill Kyo out of love.