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@stringsandmelodies || Starter Call
“What do I do? What do I do?”
There was no way in hell that the girl in front of her had appeared out of nowhere, who was it that researched alternate dimensions? Not Ivy. Burnet! Well, she researched the relationship between Pokemon and other dimensions, still, she probably knew more than Ayida knew. She’d probably be able to react somewhat better than Ayida was at the moment.
“Was that a Pokemon trick or somethin’?!”
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“excuse me?”
she’s patting someone’s shoulder from behind, but she’s not sure who she’s approaching, all she knows is that she should probably hurry unless she wants chuchu, her pikachu, to worry even further.
“do you know where the closest pokemon center is? i hear they have spare first aid kits for trainers that get hurt in battle.” she shakes her head, picking leaves off it. “i kinda need it.”
half of her face is covered completely in bruises, and the other half has dirt and scrapes. she has a few band aids on - presumably the ones she had on hand - and in her arm is her pikachu with its bow and worried gaze. normally she’d know the right direction but, well, being in a new region was always something that required quite a bit of directions and help.
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“ Could you... Uh... Repeat what you asked? I-I couldn’t.. Understand... “ Katenka spoke softly, clearing her throat. She heard Maria clearly, she just... Genuinely couldn’t understand. “ Maybe shorten...how many words...Ahah... “
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“Y’know you shouldn’t be here unless you actually have business here.” Kris was hardly intimidating, being shorter than the black haired girl. This district of the city was generally reserved for shitty food and shady behavior, something the other didn’t look like they were involved in.
“You need me to show you back to somewhere more safe or do you actually, for some god forsaken reason, have business here?”
Hewwo!
‘Sup.
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So uh
Should I start doing commissions? I am kinda scared … but I’m willing to do them!
if I do I'll make a new blog for just my art
*casually promotes stringsandmelodies*
room-for-hope, stringsandmelodies, and conjunctum found her research
Serena had just walked into the area, her little base hidden deep in Gotham. But there was a tresspasser. She had her guns upon her body in case they were a danger, but they were hidden well. She had harvest the plants she was using to modify and create a healthier version of Scarecrow's fear gas, she wanted to aid secretly in accomplishing Jonathan Crane's objective. The one she knows he can't do. He wanted to share his fears, but he ends up killing everybody he works with... Or at least, from what she has heard from sneaking in there at night.
"Why are you here?" The thirteen year old female asked throwing her jacket on the floor of her second home, clutching the pot with a gorgeous fear flower in her arms. "How did you find this place?" She pressed on. "And what are you doing rummaging threw my research!?" As soon as she saw all the papers scattered on the floor, she had to force back tears in her eyes. They were everything to her.
However, she couldn't hold them in. Overflowing over her eyelids, clutching the pot tighter and tighter to her chest, breaths getting caught harshly in her throat, voice being choked up as her face turned a shade of deep red. Balling her fist.
