Oblivious trainer

“We’ve been ordered to pull back! I’m leaving!” “I’m going with you; You’ll need someone to drag your corpse home.”  “I don’t want any excuses! Champions don’t whine, they WIN!” “I’ll kill you!” “You killed my father!”  “Now, now. Let’s all calm down. If I slip, I might mess up her hair.” “Would you be so kind and hand over that dangerous toy you have? I could take it after I smash you all to a pulp…but, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”   “There’s a good boy/girl. Always eager to please~!”  “I thought it might be, but…you’re to blame for all this?!” “I can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted this!” “You’re as blind as you were then! I’ve wanted you dead for years! “ “I won’t let you do this!”  “I can’t believe it. My first kiss.” “Your blade… It did not cut deep enough.” “Stop this! Our friends are going to DIE!” “Hey, what a stroke of luck! You’re still alive!”  “The enemy’s weak, but don’t drop your guard!”  “Looks like we don’t have a choice!” “I can’t…go on…” “Man, what a bunch of jokers!” “Hey, not so fast!” “Witness my power!” “From my flesh and blood be healed!” “Return to chaos!” “Show no restraint!” “You must suffer more.” “I’ll carry on fighting beside you until the very end!” “I don’t have time for small fry!” “We may die if we take a stand here. But staying gives us a chance to change our destiny!“ “Prepare to die…” “The future doesn’t belong to you!” “Let’s press on, and on, and ON!“ “So that’s how it is? Giving up the sword already?” “Let’s see what you’re made of!”

“Nate… Zat is my name.”  Of the few things she knew how to read, her name was one of them.  Her name, the age at which she lost everything, and the word ‘Missing’.  And just below her name were the names of her parents; next to their names was the age they were when they died and the word ‘Missing’.  The fact that he’d even seen her name at all amongst the thousands here was more of a surprise to her than the fact that it was actually there.  “My name, my surname is DelaPoire.  It means ‘of pears’ in my language.”  And the C.?  It had to be her.  She couldn’t think of the possibility of another Tamera with the middle name Cécile.

He reached out to poke her shoulder just to check -- no, his hand didn’t go straight through her, she was there. “Okay. Maybe not. Tamera Of Pears.”

                      ❝ Weird — so do I. ❞

“Okay, really though, who are you? ‘Cuz this is, like, not as funny anymore.”

                      ❝ It’s almost kinda like — looking in a mirror — ? ❞

“Well, someone’s gotta change! An’ this is what I wear every day, so I ain’t volunteering.”

                       He’s just gonna blink & rub his eyes a few times                        & pretend what he’s seeing is some sort of illusion.

“Hey, you look just like me! I guess my excellent taste in fashion is finally being noticed!”

“Zat wasn’t ‘ere ze last time I visited.  Do you want to just go inside ze Museum?  Nate?”

“Oh hey, look!” He pointed to the name he’d noticed. “There’s someone else called Tamera here. Guess your name must be pretty popular in Hoenn, huh?” He couldn’t even begin to read the last name; like everything else engraved on the stone wall, it just looked like a jumble of letters.

The medicine, to her shock and utmost relief, worked wonders to the little one. Axen stirred and cracked his eyes open, moving slowly as the Full Restore healed him. Finally he sat up, bright-eyed and squeaking again. Aura let out a choked sound and the Axew immediately hopped up to hug his trainer, not fazed at all with her appearance. The amount of purring coming out from the both of them was unbelievable, and there were a few ‘thank you, thank you’’s coming out of Aura’s mouth. Axen then turned to give the other trainer a happy smile, squeaking in thanks.

“So, uh...” Nate shuffled his feet, causing an irritating and uncomfortable sloshing of water. His eyes darted around, as if trying to find something to focus on but not wanting to make eye contact. “Since the... axew is okay now-- I’ll just, uh... I’ll be going now...”

“Lettuce… and ketchup…”  She stared at the food in her hands oddly for a moment.  Well she wasn’t picky and it didn’t sound poisonous, so down the hatch it went.

“Well? What do you think?”