#jyjihyo

@jyjihyo​

Hani rarely visited Pohang without reason —government inspections leading her there more times than not. But despite a steady stream of continuous visits throughout the year, she never once set aside time to actually explore the city. So seeing as how she had finished her work early during that particular day, the analyst would make the decision to wander around the city instead of immediately returning towards Seoul. It was a rare experience — but she would be sure to make the most out of her time.

Gym Leaders were often considered the heroes of their cities, and Pohang was no exception. The reigning saviour of this one in particular, Park Jihyo, wielding an ice team that was rumored to be as deadly as it was beautiful. Hani didn’t doubt it. After all, only individuals with tremendous power were granted the title of such, endowed with a responsibility to foster hope within young trainers and help during times of need. 

So when she sees such an incarnation before her eyes, she wastes no time in approaching the other. But as she approaches, she thinks upon her introduction carefully. To simply introduce herself as a government official would drain the amusement out of the encounter — and the reason that she had stayed behind in Pohang was to have fun anyways. Besides, it would also give her the opportunity to gauge Pohang’s strength should Team Rocket ever decide to attack again. So she meets the deadline — finding herself standing before Jihyo with an unfamiliar preparation. 

“Uh hello!” She says timidly, and for perhaps the first time in a long time, acting awkwardly as she brushes her feet against the ground. 

Throughout the course of history, it has always been clear that there was a necessity for society to divide itself based upon social status. Albeit the prerequisites for falling within a specific class differing from each community to the next, a visible trend could always be seen within the elite. Wealth. Power. Fame. Three words that without fail ensured the complete and utter domination of those without; causing those that possessed such qualities to lead in whatever manner they saw fit. Continuing on, a leader would need to be able to trust their underlings; yet not completely so as to disable the off-chance of betrayal. It is because of this that when Mina had received word of insubordination within Team Rocket’s ranks in Mokpo, that she proceeded with haste. 

Grunts were at best, grunts — the runt of the litter that were called upon to do all the menial work. Mina couldn’t relate — she hadn’t been a grunt for very long before her potential was realised and she moved up through the ranks. That was why she couldn’t understand the thought process of those grunts that had remained grunts for years. It couldn’t possibly have been that hard to do something well and earn a promotion — or at least she thought. But again, there was rarely a time when she had underperformed — so she couldn’t see why she would be able to understand.

Nearing the specified location within Mokpo, Mina would hear hushed voices emanating from an alleyway before a scream would follow. Rushing, she would turn the corner only to see the figure of a collapsed girl and three Team Rocket grunts. No doubt they had followed her, assaulted her, and stolen her pokémon. This wasn’t what she had signed up for — yet it was Team Rocket’s ideology to steal from others. She wasn’t complaining — but this was certainly not the way to do it. If she was going to reprimand her forces, she would need a disguise so as to not betray her own identity. It was a good thing that she had always carried one with her for diplomatic purposes — in the case a situation ever arose in which civil unrest broke out and all of South Korea’s diplomats would need to go into hiding. Slipping it on, she turned the corner only to see another familiar presence at the end of the alleyway — a face that had been plastered throughout the city as their angelic gym leader. 

“What do you look for in a romantic partner?”

Luda tilts her head a bit, “Good question...” She started to stroke her imaginary beard. “I made a list when i was 15 let’s see what i wrote.” 

The small girl pulls out a folded piece of paper from her wallet, “I don’t know how this didn’t get ruined, but it was when I actually thought of falling in love and how it would be like.” She starts to unfold the paper and laughs at her writing from 5 years ago. 

“So, theres only about 10 things on this list, my ideal type never really changed.” She remembered that when she wrote this list her teenage self kept rolling around on her bed and squealing from imagining all these things happening to her. “These all sound like the same thing- anyways, the person has to be very caring. Someone who takes care of me and gives me support whenever I feel self-conscious or when I feel like giving up.” She skips to the bottom since most of the traits that were written down were embarrassing, “They also have to have dreams they want to accomplish. They have to be very ambitious.”