#steven001

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. “Want to have some fun?” she asked, forcing as much excitement into the words as she could. She needed to find out who and what this person was, and fast. In the shadows, she couldn’t quite make out their face. If it was a human, she’d have to call it a night and drag their ass down to the slayer hub. // @bloodkcpt

@sterlingsilverchampion

The majority of the trainers in the battle maison were becoming irritated with the arrival of a new individual that was cleaning clock of the saying pokemon trainers, and his rank inside was sky rocketing at a alarming pace that was causing others to become scared. The pink haired male with eyes of fire was causing even a legend to be made, as the doors busted open outside as the new trainers jumped in scarce, seeing the pink hair. Walking out, a pokeball in his hand and a smirk across his face; the trainers panicked and fled. 

Blinking, the black colored eyes of the individual had a aura of confusion, surprised at people fleeing from him. He had only come to play around and fight some interesting pokemon after all. Not much he could do until he caught wind of  new legendary pokemon signal nearby. Nora had been a huge help in helping him find some new leads!

“Wait, come back!!!” 

He yelled, and then signed as he was actually smiling when he saw someone was sticking around. A male he had not recognized before in his nice clothes, tilting his head as he felt he had seen this face before. 

Embarrassing.

She had not mean to appear as less than capable in front of him. Out of everyone who had to be in presence of such an idiotic moment, why it had to be Steven? She did not struggle often with appearing cool, calm and collected. If anything, she sometimes appeared to be the epitome of elegance. And today, everything she built felt like crumbling. 

With her hand, now stuck, in the body of some godforsaken creature, which resembled a strange blob of pure flesh. Phasing in to kill it from inside was a smart idea but she had not counted with her abilities to click out of reality and leave her like this-- half of her hand meshed in with the flesh, organs and whatever in the world this monster’s anatomy was. 

“A kid with magic powers is truly deserving of their own anime.” She was far in too much awe to actually process what was occurring in her surroundings. Falling back on the fact this would not remain in her memories, she allowed herself to submerge into the moment. While on the ground, the wounded Kyoko simply observed. She was a more suitable bystander for danger, more so when it involved... monsters. 

A detective she may be, but not one equipped for combat. Guns, sharp blades and verbal threats were by far more normal and ones she could accept without a complaint. Here, it was quite different. A feral animal would have been more welcomed and not whatever moving skeleton that was trying to end her life.

Thankfully, it seemed she was saved and danger was a mere shadow.