#milo ic

"I would like to answer this, please."

"Both deal primarily in fear. First is the fear of us, the church. This is where His Unshakable Presence thrives. The subjugglators report primarily to him, and he directs them to terrorize through action."

"And second is the fear of your neighbor. What His Indomitable Rhetoric fosters. Anyone could be aligned with us. Anyone could be watching you. We laughsassins typically report to him. Our job is to breed unease. Quieter kills. Targeted.

Maybe they were reported. They might have been a rebel. Did someone you know turn them in?"

"Thus the church becomes protection. The dissenters are discouraged from congregating. There are no allies but us.

There is more to it, of course. Things to be done within the church. Politics. Smply put: Words and actions. One promises. The other delivers.

"Oh, right, I kinda forgot that was a thing," she admits, scratching the back of her neck, slightly embarassed. Her mother had made her attend nearly all of her school grades before being allowed to train pokemon, she'd forgotten there was a minimum age most kids were allowed to start at, considering she was way past it by the time she did. Still, it was refreshing to hear of Willow's plans. She'd really thought it all out! Ama couldn't help but wonder what sort of pokemon trainer she would become, but something told her she'd be pretty fiesty in the future, considering how she is even now at just eight years old. "You gotta send me some pics once you do, but won't it be scary?! That tower is full of graves and psychics!" she shivers. What is she going on about? The girl who can see ghosts, communicate with the dead, and descends from a long line of witches? No, no. She rejected that part of herself. "See, now Blueberry academy, that sounds nice, way more my speed than a scary tower," she jokes, "you're way braver than me, Willow." Before she can comment any further on the exchange program, Milo cuts off, seemingly surprised by the two trainers who came out to begin their battle. Well, at least he knows who one of the students is. She has no clue. Maybe. The girl with the eevee backpack actually looks somewhat familiar, but damned if she can ever remember anyone's name. "Is he? Really really?" she asks Milo, trying to stand up onto her tip toes to get a better view. Man, if she can't see, what about Willow? "Wanna get on my shoulders?" she asks the girl, "then you can tell me what's going on, cause I can't see a thing!"

Willow grins a toothy grin at Amaryllis. "S'all good, and I mean, ghost-types are pretty awesome once you get to know them!" She reassures. "I'll be sure to take a picture once it happens, but, y'know, maybe we can find you a ghost-type to befriend!" She points out. "Actually, I--" Milo's expression has her attention and she turns her attention to the battle.

Milo seems to have missed what Amaryllis said as he's engrossed in the fight between a Flareon and a Hydrapple. Willow has to tug at his sleeve then to get his attention. "Huh? Oh. Sorry." He looks to Amaryllis. "Uh... No, that's okay. I think I'm a bit too big for that. Willow I think would crush you too." Willow gets pouty at that. "I'm not! I'm notttt!" She smacks on her brother a bit who flinches. "Ow ow ow ow! I just spoke the truth!

"Ain't it better to keep that shit under wraps? Make sure nobody gets the chance to start counterin' 'em?"

"She is not telling you because she thinks they are bad. They are not."

"You always say that."

"That is because I believe it. You could counter Arkiro Roatus if you practiced more."

"She disrupts her target's ability to understand and navigate space. This means an upset in their sense of direction, and a sensation not unlike vertigo.

I have seen trolls turn into an alleyway and become stuck, unable to work out that the open road they arrived on is now behind them."

"Whossat? Should I?"

"Cee's Café."

"Waaaaait, shit, the barista? Yeah, I know 'er."

"Always wondered what it'd look like havin' those big eyes lookin' up at me while I--"

"Cardel will hit you again."

"Eahhh, purples ain't really meant to go pale for each other."

> She laughs.

"I'd rather bag some mousy lowblood who thinks they can fix me."

"That's because it is a self-perpetuating ideology. Deviations are exceptions to the rule, not proof of its limits.

I think we all just act how we are expected. If Mediator is different it is because she doesn't.

Maybe that means she is stronger. Maybe it means she is lucky. I think she deserves the respect either way.

"Ce...westial?" Why does that name sound familiar? The name of the region of origin however, makes his brain halt. "Balla...Baldree..." He pauses to sound the word out like his papa taught him. "Balla...dree..." He giggles at getting it right, and nods his head. "Yeah! Niichan has more music?"