#viceflame

Waking up before the first rays of the sun even shone in the sky, she had already packed up all her belongings and was checked out of the hotel by the first sign of the sun. Grabbing up some freebies from the continental breakfast for her, her Pokémon, and Vice, she headed outside and waited for him. After about half an hour, Poppy spotted him walking up towards the hotel and ran up to him with a smile, extending a small cinnamon bun and a packed fruit cup for them.

     “Good morning,” announcing cheerfully before handing him the items. “I got you some breakfast before leaving. I hope you like cinnamon rolls and fruit.” That seemed like a good compromise from all the other options. “Anyway, we have a bit of a journey today and we’ll probably have to make camp somewhere in the woods but, it shouldn’t be too bad,” pulling out her phone now that her hands were free and checking a few things. “The weather looks clear so no chance of a sudden storm… yup, all looks good! You ready, Vice?”

    “No, stay back!” she pleads, her voice cracking like the sheets of ice around them.

    Ghetsis’s cold voice cuts her to the core. “I have a memory that has continued to haunt me. Just one. That unpleasant look in your eyes reminds me of it. That aside, this is my gift to you to show my respect for making it this far. I’ll finish you off quickly.”

    She turns to him, fear reflected in the crystal of her eyes. “No, please. Don’t do this…!”

    He slams his cane down against the rock, the sound reverberating wickedly inside the chasm. “Kyurem! Glaciate!”

. . .

    Rosa shoots up in bed with a gasp.

    Her chest heaves as she fights to regain her breath, her heart ricocheting painfully within her ribcage. Feeling like a trapped pokémon, she darts her eyes across the room long enough to place herself.

    She’s in the Pokémon Center, present day. Guest room. On the other side of the room, Vice momentarily stirs in his own bed. Her shoulders slack in sudden realization.

    All four of her joints ache now, the dull throb a reminder of the past. She brings her hands, clammy and trembling, up to cover her eyes. After a few deep breaths, she weaves them up into her hair and massages her temples. Just a dream.

    It was just a dream.

    Her mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton wool. She’d kill for a drink, though the bottle of water Vice had procured for her earlier now sits empty on her nightstand. Too reluctant to wake up her traveling partner from his well-earned sleep simply because she’s parched, she slips out of bed and into the hallway.

    Arceus, it stings… With her back pressed against the wall, she shuts her eyes and focuses her breathing. It’s only for a few minutes, she can make it to the vending machine and back.

    The halls of the Pokémon Center are hauntingly eerie in the dead of night, bereft of any noise save her subtle footfalls. It makes sense since most of the center attendants and wandering trainers have long since turned in for the night. Still, she can’t help but feel on edge.

    Eventually, she rounds a corner and finds the vending machines. Finally, she can just grab a drink and head back to...

    She stops suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Something’s wrong. 

    “Well, thanks for makin’ my job easier, doll.”

    The voice comes out of nowhere, almost catapulting her heart out of her chest. Before she can turn around or even scream, a large hand covers her mouth. And then… everything goes black.

. . .

    Back inside the room, Vice’s holocaster lights up with an incoming message from an unknown sender.

        [ ✉ ] : If you want your girl’s pretty face to stay pretty, come to the woods bordering the plateau before sunrise. Don’t bring any pokémon. We’ll be waiting, Demon.

It was a bit past midday at the preservation now, lunch for the pokemon there being taken care of around an hour ago. Serena was enjoying the summer weather for the time being, sitting in a shady spot beneath a tree as she flipped through her notes. Vice had mentioned showing her the pokemon he had that could Mega Evolve, one of which was a Glalie that she had seen yesterday.

She had yet to get any research notes on Mega Glalie just yet, so it was the perfect opportunity to observe what changes it went through. Serena was sure Sycamore had notes on it somewhere in the lab, but maybe she could deduce something he had overlooked in the past. Hearing movement, Serena looked up from her notes to see Vice.

"Kinda had to in order to tell ya. Don't worry! It's a cute ponyta!" He said to try to reassure her.

    She blinks as he holds out his jacket to her. Oh... that’s very generous of him.

@viceflame​ transmitted: "Oii, champ. Your button popped off. So unless you fix it, your about to flash the entire public your bra." He could see the start of her bra right now, as he stood in front of her to let her fix it so no one else could see it.

    One glance down at her top and she instantly turns five different shades of crimson. The two topmost buttons of her blouse had popped off, revealing much more of her décolletage than she was comfortable with. “Oh Qwilfish!”

    Reflexively, she crosses her arms over her chest to cover herself as best she can. There’s nothing she can really do to salvage her blouse at this point, though. Without a spare button on-hand, she can’t fix it until she’s home, which won’t be until much later. 

hi fuse!! younger toguro has been reserved for you until december 19th! 

hi there fuse!! yami yugi/atem has been reserved for you until december 18th! next time, remember to include your alias for us <3