[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

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.”

Murkrow went still as you ever so slightly opened up about yourself. They did not move a twitch the entire time, not even when you manage to destroy a Ball from sheer Psycho-somantic backlash from your poor control over yourself those memories always instills. So much pain, so much wrath, so much....?

Once the new Ball was place before you the watchful raven looked at it only briefly, eyes now thoughtful and....quiet, if you had to put a name to the feeling you see.

"....Not much of a choice or chance you had, no yes? Who would deny that most precious to one so blessed, through birth, work, or circumstance. Foolishness, pure foolishness, a sad sad tale indeed."

With one claw, they rolled the Ball back to you, and simply said thus: "Therefore, I Give To You, What Was Deny and Twisted - Capture Me if Thou Wish, or Capture Me Not. Matters, what so, is the covenant we share, oh - pretty lil Ball does not make nor break such a sacred Bond."