Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
Odette took her time catching her breath. She didn't bother yelling at Ridley for calling out to it, because then she'd look even more crazy than she already did. Besides, as much as they fucking hurt, those pins majorly grazed her from the range at which they were shot at, and she'd been halfway down. There was no way any of it was getting up to the top.
She pushed herself up to a sitting position, roving her hands over the cut she received on her cheek. Touching it only got her a jolting burn, and she could feel the blood seeping out of the shallow wound. Further inspection of everywhere else she'd been hit proved the same thing. However, nothing looked deep enough for alarm. But gods did they hurt. What the hell were steel types even good for if not for stonewalling everything launched at them?
Pulling her sleeves off her arms, she used one as a makeshift bandage and tied it tightly around the cuts on her shoulder, then bunched the other one up and used it as a cloth for the one on her face. At best she could get the stains out with a little scrubbing and at worst she'd need to buy new ones. Hardly a pressing issue in the face of the shitty bug likely hissing expletives in their direction.
She took a moment to examine the pin she'd grabbed--while she was no bug trainer herself, she'd seen Guzma practice the move with his younger team member enough to recognize what it had come from: Pin Missile. The resulting barbs certainly didn't give off the same shadowy residue the one she was holding was, but the realization only served to piss her off even more. Fuck the steel typing; as a dual fairy type a stupid bug pin shouldn't have done jack shit to her. Yet her skin burned like a motherfucker under the lasting effects of her new cuts.
But, she'd have plenty of time to stare at the pin she'd collected in a bit. After listening to the way the skorupi responded to Ridley, she crawled her way toward the top of the ladder and poked her head around the perch barrier to watch it again. The wild hiss and weirdly hard hitting attacks aside, from her new vantage point, the skorupi looked more...pitiful than anything. The way it writhed and jerked around at the very edge of the light almost made Odette feel bad for it. But the searing ache in her face reminded her why she wouldn't hesitate to behead it if she had the means to. Bastard ass shitbug.
But...this was good. As long as it sat there throwing a toddler-tantrum over not being able to maim them, that meant it couldn't, well...maim them. Something about that inability was clearly causing it to go bonkers.
"I think..." she said in a soft yet heavy breath, "we just watch it for now. And hope none of his old buddies from the bar show up. See what happens as we get closer to sunrise."
There, she held up the pin again, holding it up to get a better look at it. "If you're still there, Cloudy, can you get anything from this thing I'm holding?"
She pushed herself up to a sitting position, roving her hands over the cut she received on her cheek. Touching it only got her a jolting burn, and she could feel the blood seeping out of the shallow wound. Further inspection of everywhere else she'd been hit proved the same thing. However, nothing looked deep enough for alarm. But gods did they hurt. What the hell were steel types even good for if not for stonewalling everything launched at them?
Pulling her sleeves off her arms, she used one as a makeshift bandage and tied it tightly around the cuts on her shoulder, then bunched the other one up and used it as a cloth for the one on her face. At best she could get the stains out with a little scrubbing and at worst she'd need to buy new ones. Hardly a pressing issue in the face of the shitty bug likely hissing expletives in their direction.
She took a moment to examine the pin she'd grabbed--while she was no bug trainer herself, she'd seen Guzma practice the move with his younger team member enough to recognize what it had come from: Pin Missile. The resulting barbs certainly didn't give off the same shadowy residue the one she was holding was, but the realization only served to piss her off even more. Fuck the steel typing; as a dual fairy type a stupid bug pin shouldn't have done jack shit to her. Yet her skin burned like a motherfucker under the lasting effects of her new cuts.
But, she'd have plenty of time to stare at the pin she'd collected in a bit. After listening to the way the skorupi responded to Ridley, she crawled her way toward the top of the ladder and poked her head around the perch barrier to watch it again. The wild hiss and weirdly hard hitting attacks aside, from her new vantage point, the skorupi looked more...pitiful than anything. The way it writhed and jerked around at the very edge of the light almost made Odette feel bad for it. But the searing ache in her face reminded her why she wouldn't hesitate to behead it if she had the means to. Bastard ass shitbug.
But...this was good. As long as it sat there throwing a toddler-tantrum over not being able to maim them, that meant it couldn't, well...maim them. Something about that inability was clearly causing it to go bonkers.
"I think..." she said in a soft yet heavy breath, "we just watch it for now. And hope none of his old buddies from the bar show up. See what happens as we get closer to sunrise."
There, she held up the pin again, holding it up to get a better look at it. "If you're still there, Cloudy, can you get anything from this thing I'm holding?"
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