Zora of Termina
forget your high society
- Pronoun
- fucking guess
Drip.
A chilly breeze blew through a hole in the wall on the north side of the ruined Rocket laboratory. Water leaked down from destroyed pipes. Every so often, you could hear the snapping and crackling of a live wire chewed open by a Rattata.
Drip.
Rubble and dust coated the ground. If you were to look up outside of the laboratory, outside of the hole maybe, you would see clouds rolling in in the distance, but a sky coated in stars up above, highlighted by a bright full moon. The trees, standing tall and proud all around this place, were covered at the tops in the emerald green of late spring and early summer.
Drip.
From a stood-on-its-side, relatively undamaged table, a lone human peered up from the makeshift shelter. Green eyes peered over dark sunglasses. Following the human's head, was a Gardevoir's.
"...So it's done. You've got nerve, you do. Going against your superior."
"I can't let them do this, Hera." the human's voice was clearly that of a woman. "Especially not after they wanted to take you to do it. I don't care that they were gonna let me pick the song. No one hurts you."
"...Have it your way." A slight rustling was heard just a little bit away from the Gardevoir. "They'll be starting to wake up soon. A few might already be. If they see us, they might attack, and who knows what they're capable of. Are you sure they'll think it was the team of Trainers?"
"Quite sure. Let's go before we're caught." The woman rose up all the way, revealing bright sapphire hair, and a black jacket over a violet t-shirt and blue jeans. The jacket had a bright red R emblazoned on the left breast pocket. Clipped to a belt were six Ultra Balls. It appeared as if the Gardevoir didn't have one. She removed one and pressed the button on it. In a flash of white light, the proud visage of a Raikou apppeared. The woman and her companion climbed upon it, and before anyone knew it, they were gone.
Drip.
That rustling sound... if a closer look had been taken, you would have seen something resembling a Houndoom sleeping fitfully on the floor. It was covered in a sticky fluid, and four eyes were clenched shut. A tail resembling the bow of a fiddle thrashed about, eventually brushing up against the backs of its legs, and making a sound very much like that of a violin. Half it's body was red, and the other half was mahogany-colored and almost...wooden-textured. A pipe was leaking right next to it, and it did not look pleased about it, even in sleep. A multitude of horns scraped against the floor.
"Nooo... I don't want to steal sou-" she shot up abruptly as a drop of water finally landed on her face. This...wasn't where she fell asleep.
"...Where am I?"
A chilly breeze blew through a hole in the wall on the north side of the ruined Rocket laboratory. Water leaked down from destroyed pipes. Every so often, you could hear the snapping and crackling of a live wire chewed open by a Rattata.
Drip.
Rubble and dust coated the ground. If you were to look up outside of the laboratory, outside of the hole maybe, you would see clouds rolling in in the distance, but a sky coated in stars up above, highlighted by a bright full moon. The trees, standing tall and proud all around this place, were covered at the tops in the emerald green of late spring and early summer.
Drip.
From a stood-on-its-side, relatively undamaged table, a lone human peered up from the makeshift shelter. Green eyes peered over dark sunglasses. Following the human's head, was a Gardevoir's.
"...So it's done. You've got nerve, you do. Going against your superior."
"I can't let them do this, Hera." the human's voice was clearly that of a woman. "Especially not after they wanted to take you to do it. I don't care that they were gonna let me pick the song. No one hurts you."
"...Have it your way." A slight rustling was heard just a little bit away from the Gardevoir. "They'll be starting to wake up soon. A few might already be. If they see us, they might attack, and who knows what they're capable of. Are you sure they'll think it was the team of Trainers?"
"Quite sure. Let's go before we're caught." The woman rose up all the way, revealing bright sapphire hair, and a black jacket over a violet t-shirt and blue jeans. The jacket had a bright red R emblazoned on the left breast pocket. Clipped to a belt were six Ultra Balls. It appeared as if the Gardevoir didn't have one. She removed one and pressed the button on it. In a flash of white light, the proud visage of a Raikou apppeared. The woman and her companion climbed upon it, and before anyone knew it, they were gone.
Drip.
That rustling sound... if a closer look had been taken, you would have seen something resembling a Houndoom sleeping fitfully on the floor. It was covered in a sticky fluid, and four eyes were clenched shut. A tail resembling the bow of a fiddle thrashed about, eventually brushing up against the backs of its legs, and making a sound very much like that of a violin. Half it's body was red, and the other half was mahogany-colored and almost...wooden-textured. A pipe was leaking right next to it, and it did not look pleased about it, even in sleep. A multitude of horns scraped against the floor.
"Nooo... I don't want to steal sou-" she shot up abruptly as a drop of water finally landed on her face. This...wasn't where she fell asleep.
"...Where am I?"
