Who: N and Kitten
What: Friendship and pokemon and glitter.
Where: N's place of solace.
When: Monday
Warnings: Preciousness
It's like waking up, really, like leaving a nightmare, except there's no gasp and there's no scream, there's just a steady ascent upwards, like pressing her face to gel; cool and cleansing. Or perhaps that's just the grass
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"You're awake now? I hope you're feeling better." Flying behind him are a group of Swoobat. "These are some of my friends. Their ultrasonic waves will cheer you up." Swoobat waves make anyone feel better. Well, if N asks them to transmit positive waves, rather than the more harmful kind.
"Musharna was looking after you while you slept." He gestures toward another Pokemon behind her, floating not too far away. N had called her in to eat all Kitten's bad dreams. He'd taken great care that she would be as comfortable as possible. He wasn't used to looking after humans, so he didn't want to make a mistake. Pokémon were his area of expertise.
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"Waves... that's very new agey, I'm sure it's true..." It made exactly as much sense as what any other guru might have to say about energy and crystals and whatever else they liked to gab about on daytime talk shows. Her eyes follow the flutter of the Swoobats. They're kind of cute and she is more than happy to pet one of their fuzzy manes when it lands on her shoulder.
"I've had the whole spa treatment."
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All the Pokémon are friendly, as N has cleared Kitten's presence here. With an unauthorized human, they would not be. "Oh, and Leavanny made you a scarf, but she's gone to look after some of the children." He hands over a very delicate scarf that he's been carrying. It's made of leaves, flowers, and plant fibers. It seems to shine, as if with dewdrops. "She was worried about you."
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Her attention is drawn back upwards to N as he mentions the little Leavanny. "Oh, we had her playing Brad the other night!" Kitten is more than happy to focus on these insignificant little details, it keeps her mind from drifting back over the recent nightmares: first those beasts and then those hallucinations. Hiding out here with the pokemon seems the perfect escapism to her.
"That's so sweet, and so beautiful! Sonia Rykiel wouldn't know what hit her. But what was that about children?"
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"That's right, she enjoyed the folk dancing very much. I'm glad you like the scarf. She'll be happy to hear that you do. She loves to make clothes."
He nods, earnestly. "Yes, the young Pokémon who've recently hatched, and the kitten who's from this world. Leavanny's one of the ones who looks after them."
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"A whole nursery of little pokemon," she smiles fondly, arranging her shiny new scarf around her neck happily. It certainly makes her feel better for the time being, she'll be even better once she's had a shower and a fresh set of clothes and put her makeup back on properly. "Goodness, and Whiskers wouldn't let us have so much as a stray cat."
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"The cat's name is Stripes. Who is Whiskers?"
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"My foster mother, my darling Hairy Arse Braden, I did hate her so." She says this lightly, easily, never had any trouble over-sharing. And she certainly had no problem complaining about Whiskers the old bitch had stolen from her for years.
"She wasn't nearly as caring as a lovely Leavanny, but never fear, daring Kitten has learned from her lack."
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"She should have allowed you to keep animals if you wished. The bond between humans and animals is a wonderful thing. They are not quite like Pokémon, but in some ways, they are similar."
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"No, she didn't let us keep a thing. My Father, bless his shame-faced duplicity, used to leave money for me, but Whiskers snatched that up for herself all the while puffing away like a smoke stack and complaining how we brats ate her out of house and home, what could we need another mewling little mouth for."
Kitten gives a tired, ironic little smile. "So you and I never had mothers, we'll just have to stick together."
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