[ It's the kind of set-up she wants for her Pokemon, but also doesn't have right now; the PC holds so many, in her opinion, where so many would even be one. Yet in the months here, she's gone from having two out at all times to having seven tucked away, and six all around her.
Except when kept behind. Except when it's just her and Lute, because Lute is easier for her to handle, is more grounding, and is as much of a natural disaster in the legends of this world as she is on her own.
She stays where she and Lute are standing, blinking as if his words register a half-beat slower than they should. Backwater? She glances around. ]
I've been in worse. Not that it's bad. Just been in more... backwater.
[ Her cover story stated she was from someplace as backwater, but no, she doesn't need to claim that particular lie. ]
Reminds me a little of where I trained growing up.
[ When her life had been her father, the pain, that cabin, the trees and the posts driven into the ground, and the command: again. She finds it almost soothing, that familiarity of purpose from oh... hah. Half a lifetime ago? Even more. By ten, she'd been in the military for years.
She drags her eyes away from the area, from the pokemon around, to really look at Kazuki, register the smile, the lack of pity, all the earmark signs of an empathetic soul. It's more obvious in person, to someone used to reading people, and she thinks to herself maybe that's why I sent the message, even as she knows part of it is the way he's so far, far divorced from any of the demons and nightmares that are at war in her head. ]
It's nice here.
[ More stilted when she talks, because she doesn't actually know what to say. Is prone to falling into silence to observe, left with her own thoughts, and they're not often kind ones. Lute leans harder against her, quiet, only a slight nod aimed at Kazuki as polite acknowledgement. ]
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Except when kept behind. Except when it's just her and Lute, because Lute is easier for her to handle, is more grounding, and is as much of a natural disaster in the legends of this world as she is on her own.
She stays where she and Lute are standing, blinking as if his words register a half-beat slower than they should. Backwater? She glances around. ]
I've been in worse. Not that it's bad. Just been in more... backwater.
[ Her cover story stated she was from someplace as backwater, but no, she doesn't need to claim that particular lie. ]
Reminds me a little of where I trained growing up.
[ When her life had been her father, the pain, that cabin, the trees and the posts driven into the ground, and the command: again. She finds it almost soothing, that familiarity of purpose from oh... hah. Half a lifetime ago? Even more. By ten, she'd been in the military for years.
She drags her eyes away from the area, from the pokemon around, to really look at Kazuki, register the smile, the lack of pity, all the earmark signs of an empathetic soul. It's more obvious in person, to someone used to reading people, and she thinks to herself maybe that's why I sent the message, even as she knows part of it is the way he's so far, far divorced from any of the demons and nightmares that are at war in her head. ]
It's nice here.
[ More stilted when she talks, because she doesn't actually know what to say. Is prone to falling into silence to observe, left with her own thoughts, and they're not often kind ones. Lute leans harder against her, quiet, only a slight nod aimed at Kazuki as polite acknowledgement. ]