. &* : mental medley
@jysomi
*&  _  â  ă Although it was commonplace to believe that the Elite Four got along akin to a small happy family confined in Jeju Island, such was not the case. Despite the members socializing with one another appropriately during public events, it was the very demanding repositioning of their group to a public event that restricted them to the point of binding any claws they hid from one another. If there were any conflicts within the small group, Kyungri did not know of it. If there was anyone that held any disdain of any sort towards one of the other members, however, the dark-type master was not innocent of tasting a faint hint of disgust whenever thinking of the Elite Fourâs poison-type specialist. Somi had done nothing in particular that harmed Kyungri directly, but her personality heavily reflected her age and that got in the way of the elder seeing the young girl as an equal. She had no recollection of the Team Rocket attack on Seoul nor any evident interest in keeping the peace of South Korea. Just like any younger individual, she seemed self-centered and impudent when the topic of Team Rocket came up as if the attacks were no concern of hers. Pusillanimous, parsimonious, pettifogging ⌠honestly, the list found no end when it came to the traits that such behavior painted Somi out to be. Strangely enough, despite the focus on the young girlâs dismissive mannerisms, the elder still attempted to get along with the fellow Elite Four member ...
--- by means of avoidance. No conflict would arise if the one who lost everything during the attack of Seoul was faced with the one who almost constantly brushed off any interest in the event as if it was a part of history best forgotten as if it would never happen again.
Such a method was simple and easy to execute if it wasnât for the small fact that the other two Elite Four members seemed to be unavailable while Nox and his trainer were hunched over a particular file of interest regarding a spontaneous disappearance of a couple dozen shipments of pokeballs to Seoul. Further details almost outlined where they were being sent if it wasnât for the smudged out writing that remained indecipherable no matter what angle one looked at it. Despite such, there was a name of the one who was selling all the pokeballs and the name of the line of stores that were going to receive the pokeballs. It was barely anything to work off of, but Kyungri couldnât sit still with such points of interest just dropped onto her lap by the honchkrow that bowed deeply and retreated into its pokeball upon hearing the familiar grinding of heavy gears that drew the bridge to the entrance of the arena.
âSomi,â Kyungri breathed almost as if relieved to see the girl stroll up as the torches in the room glowed increasingly brightly at the snap of its designerâs fingers, giving enough vision for the document to be visible as it was extended to the younger of the two. Despite conflicts of interest, Somi was the only one in the immediate vicinity of the woman itching with the desire to search the locations listen in the vague document sealed with an alarming stamp of a large red âRâ that could only mean Team Rocket to Kyungri though it could mean just about anything in reality. In fact, various members of the younger generation even popularized the large red âRâ of Team Rocket without knowing or caring much about the history behind the symbol, so the womanâs speculations could very well be false and she registered the possibility. Even so ⌠she had to tell someone â anyone, even if that âsomeoneâ was Somi who had already not shown direct interest in any such findings.
âYouâve got to see this. I just need to know what you think. Also â if you would find time to close the doors in my stead since it seems the boys are out earlier than expected. I must go and see what this is about.âÂ
