#thiefxgame

“Um, excuse me!” Her hands juggled the newly acquired wooden sword, tossing it one between the other in time with the pauses in breath with a shaky hum: conversation had no place on the battlefield, the one place where she felt she belonged, thus the muscle was never stretched. But by the sound of it, that was the one thing that would get her what she wanted and maybe even the freedom of home. “I was wondering if you’ve, ah, heard of anyone named Selena. Or- or Mega! Or anything of the kingdom of Sama. I do not know where this is.. And they haven’t the heart to spare me my sword.”

He tosses the spare pokeball he found lying around towards the one behind him. “A pokemon is just as strong and wise as its trainer. Just like the trainer depends on its pokemon, the pokemon depends on its trainer. Between both parties there should be silent mutual trust and faith, if it’s not there then you can’t expect to get anywhere. Many believe that from the start it’s all one-sided, that the trainer and the one that has the pokeball chooses the pokemon, but I don’t believe it to be that way.” Brendan continues, turning around completely and crossing his arms. “The pokemon also chooses who it wants to be with. Let it proven through the strength that was shown to them through a battle or kindness or just plain out being impressed. A relationship between a trainer and its pokemon has to be a sanctioned pillar of understanding.” He finishes with a breath he expels and lets out. Sharing what he knows and believes about all of this..it’s been a while. 

     Dark smog lingers in the air, and a horrible stench seems to cling to every nook and crevice of this horrid place. Not only that, very suspicious liquids litter the streets.

     Mitama was so distracted by her surroundings that she failed to notice that she was walking straight into a person.

✰ “Unseen accidents / I did not see you in front / I’m very sorry”

   “Don’t you think you have more than enough to spare?” 

  Yona had seen the guy walk past the frail man without even a passing glance just a minute ago, though was a little rude in his refusal. Many turn to dangerous acts in order to retrieve money. He was far too old to resort to that though. She would occasionally give out food, yet the lack of a job prevented her from doing anything more than that.

[text] hey zelnite long time no see!!