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What am I? she wanted to scream. What are you? I’m just a backwater town girl, then you - you show up and pick fights with strange girls you don’t even know! Instead, she tried to swallow the lump in her throat and shook her head.
“…you are strong,” he said after a moment. “But there is a future I must change. And so…!” He straightened, lifting his cap, a smirk playing around his lips. Dahlia was surprised to see them as a lively, sparkling green; they’d always seemed to menacing not…tender. “I shall surpass the Champion.” It was not a boast, not a bluff, it was a simple fact, and Dahlia suddenly felt terribly sorry for Cheren. A promise from the head of Team Plasma himself, and that alone gave her shivers -- more, let me hear more from your pokemon! “I will stand as an undefeatable opponent…and I shall liberate Pokemon from all Trainers!” His head tilted to the side, eyes sweeping over her once, and Dahlia flushed for a reason she couldn’t fathom. “But you…you wish to be together with them.”
She nodded mutely once again.
“If that is your desire, then collect all the gym badges and come to the Pokemon League! Once there, try to stop me!”
She was leaning closer to him, the words I will, I will stop you building up in her throat, passing over her tongue but dying on her lips. She flinched away, rubbing her arms.
“If you do not feel as strongly…” here N’s voice dropped to a demure purr, “you shall not stop me.” He moved past her, making for the exit, and Dahlia knew she should go after him, reach out and stop him, she’d beaten him she could get the authorities - someone - do something other than stand there like a helpless child, but her legs crumpled instead.
Zorua’s cold nose nudged her thigh, and she gathered the small black fox in her arms. He snuggled further into her grip, crooning in her ear slightly, and she could do nothing but bury her face in his fur and rock slightly.
I want to see things no one else sees your pokemon they speak to me not here I require power power that will let everyone understand Lord N! I am just fine perhaps you cannot hear them? I love ferris wheels you know their
Circular
formulas Motion
Dynamics
Dahlia let out something that was part sob, part dry heave. Get up, she told herself fiercely. She knew she looked ridiculous, crumpled in front of the ferris wheel in a shaking pile of limbs and wind-tossed hair, crying and laughing and wheezing, but she couldn’t stop.
“I am the king of Team Plasma,” he’d said, sitting so calm and poised across from her. Hands folded in his lap, looking out the window as if he hadn’t just admitted to leading the cruel men who’d kicked the crap out of a Munna - stolen fossils - stolen a little girl’s precious pokemon all for liberty, and if freedom is this cruel, then why should we want it? She’d rocked back and broken out in a cold sweat, and he’d tossed her a little smile before looking back at the city sprawled beneath them.
How many pokemon exist in this world, I wonder…?
And Dahlia didn’t move until there was a familiar hand on her arm and a voice asking her what was wrong and she leaned into Cheren, but didn’t tell him anything.
“…you are strong,” he said after a moment. “But there is a future I must change. And so…!” He straightened, lifting his cap, a smirk playing around his lips. Dahlia was surprised to see them as a lively, sparkling green; they’d always seemed to menacing not…tender. “I shall surpass the Champion.” It was not a boast, not a bluff, it was a simple fact, and Dahlia suddenly felt terribly sorry for Cheren. A promise from the head of Team Plasma himself, and that alone gave her shivers -- more, let me hear more from your pokemon! “I will stand as an undefeatable opponent…and I shall liberate Pokemon from all Trainers!” His head tilted to the side, eyes sweeping over her once, and Dahlia flushed for a reason she couldn’t fathom. “But you…you wish to be together with them.”
She nodded mutely once again.
“If that is your desire, then collect all the gym badges and come to the Pokemon League! Once there, try to stop me!”
She was leaning closer to him, the words I will, I will stop you building up in her throat, passing over her tongue but dying on her lips. She flinched away, rubbing her arms.
“If you do not feel as strongly…” here N’s voice dropped to a demure purr, “you shall not stop me.” He moved past her, making for the exit, and Dahlia knew she should go after him, reach out and stop him, she’d beaten him she could get the authorities - someone - do something other than stand there like a helpless child, but her legs crumpled instead.
Zorua’s cold nose nudged her thigh, and she gathered the small black fox in her arms. He snuggled further into her grip, crooning in her ear slightly, and she could do nothing but bury her face in his fur and rock slightly.
I want to see things no one else sees your pokemon they speak to me not here I require power power that will let everyone understand Lord N! I am just fine perhaps you cannot hear them? I love ferris wheels you know their
Circular
formulas Motion
Dynamics
Dahlia let out something that was part sob, part dry heave. Get up, she told herself fiercely. She knew she looked ridiculous, crumpled in front of the ferris wheel in a shaking pile of limbs and wind-tossed hair, crying and laughing and wheezing, but she couldn’t stop.
“I am the king of Team Plasma,” he’d said, sitting so calm and poised across from her. Hands folded in his lap, looking out the window as if he hadn’t just admitted to leading the cruel men who’d kicked the crap out of a Munna - stolen fossils - stolen a little girl’s precious pokemon all for liberty, and if freedom is this cruel, then why should we want it? She’d rocked back and broken out in a cold sweat, and he’d tossed her a little smile before looking back at the city sprawled beneath them.
How many pokemon exist in this world, I wonder…?
And Dahlia didn’t move until there was a familiar hand on her arm and a voice asking her what was wrong and she leaned into Cheren, but didn’t tell him anything.