06-11-2024, 06:18 AM
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(06-11-2024, 04:05 AM)Lord Windos Wrote:
Sylvia looks at the pokeball for a long moment, contemplating.
Then, slowly, she speaks.
“I was born to a trainer. I didn’t ever live as my own, and I can’t pretend to know what having that ripped away is like. My trainer…”
Sylvia’s eyes begin to glow, and a piece of paper on the bedside table skitters a few inches.
”My trainer was not who I thought they were.”
The room, just now beginning to be pervaded by the filtered light, seems to twist around Sylvia as a wind kicks up, pulling loose bits into a swirling funnel of psychic anger-
“And my ball-”
Her voice is less spoken now, more simply willed, and the power surging around her sharpens and tightens around the pair until there is a sharp
crack
And the whirlwind ceases, the pokeball between them left shattered and useless.
”…It clouded my vision,” finishes Sylvia.
She clears her throat, then gives the Murkrow an apologetic look. She flicks her nose at the pokeball pieces, and they arc up into the trash can by the door. Everything in the room is back in place - except for an extremely startled Slash and a ruffled Sir, who are now *definitely* awake.
Sylvia seems to sigh a bit as she fetches another pokeball. “Apologies. I have some feelings I’m still working through.”
The new ball comes to rest between them, and Sylvia reaches out with a paw and turns it so the front faces Murkrow.
“In all honesty, I despise these devices. Particularly ‘friendship balls’ and the like. But I must admit, they make transportation much easier.” A small sigh. “So I offer this choice.”
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