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 stumbling and tumbling, [open]
baffle with bullshit
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Alola REGION

age
32
played by
Jinn
Oct 13 2017, 03:53 PM


Harlowe stumbled over a glee-fully cackling Phantump, who was currently trying to teach her newest companion how to blow bubbles in the water. Scowling down at her grass/ghost types, she let out a resigned sigh and shared a look with the dark/water type that was currently trying to float to the top of his large-ass tank.

"Achlys," she started exasperatedly, yet fondly. "Do you constantly need to be underfoot?" The little Pokemon chirped enthusiastically, rubbing against her knees before bolting back over to the female Pumpkaboo. Harlowe's regal face softened at the youngest of the trio. She had rather happily named the little child Nyx, while her Sharpedo was dubbed Anubis.

The bloody little buggers liked to snuggle together, and when possible, give Harlowe the biggest eyes she had ever seen. It was hard not to succumb to their desires, but when they had done something terrible, they knew that not even giving her the puppy-dog eyes would help them. With a sigh, Harlowe rubbed a hand over Nyx's brown top, before sitting down on her porch to watch the city bustle around them.

@[energyopen]

#science
3
POSTS
Alola REGION

age
33
played by
Janus
Oct 15 2017, 11:51 PM


Mornings were sorely harrowing. Specifically, those mornings she awoke in a bed entirely unfamiliar. When she was flitting errantly from region to region, finding herself draped lazily by a toned arm or heavy leg wasn't uncommon. Most of her paramours (she used the word loosely, although she did require both hands to count the marriages she could have sundered) were merely the price she paid for a roof and bed; save for several individuals whom she did care for. Had she the impetus, perhaps she would have contacted at least one. Someone wealthy, of course -- playing hostess wasn't possible.

Today, she didn't need to push anyone off. In Sinnoh, she slept alone most nights, unless Liam pulled her surreptitiously into his office as they were leaving; or she suggestively closed the door, sometimes at 2 pm just to savour the panic she evoked. He was married, and she languidly committed to a meagre total of three unfulfilling boyfriends and one pernicious girlfriend. Neither felt even a twinge of romantic attraction toward the other, which was precisely why their arrangement survived.

Until he unceremoniously threw her under the bus, got in, reversed it over her, and repeated that another five times. Embittered wasn't even close to encapsulating what churned impatiently in her heart.

Since fleeing to Alola, people only stoked the conflagration within. Thus, she avoided the mainland whenever possible. The house she bought on Ula'ula Island was spacious; it allowed her to sequester herself without risking unbearable cabin fever. The lab paid her well and generously compensated her for the long, consecutive hours she invested in the Pokérus project. They contributed to chasing her out of Sinnoh, but at least they stuffed her pockets.

When Aarya recognized one of the boutiques as a Hau'oli City exclusive, she inwardly cursed herself for consistently submitting to daily alcohol binges. She couldn't recall last night, but she awoke to viciously bright sunlight and a wide park bench. It invariably turned into one of those nights: the kind that fuzzily blended together when she tried ruminating on them for too long. Her mouth was dry; her back was sore; her hair was stuck to her face.

Walking through the city in such a state wasn't embarrassing. If anything, it exclaimed to those around her: "leave me alone, I'm a fucking mess". She was never guilty of false advertising.

Trecking wearily through a residential neighbourhood, she ignored the incredulous gasps and pointed disapproval. It was only after passing the sixth home when she discovered it wasn't her unbecoming condition; at some point, completely unbeknownst to her, Alekto had followed her. The Dusknoir never formally announced its presence -- she cherished the abject horror she so often inspired.

Sighing defeatedly, she rolled her eyes and accepted her morning companion. When the Dusknoir strayed, however, Aarya didn't bother whispering her profanity. Alekto was aggressive toward her, but around strangers she triumphantly exercised the entirety of her malefic powers. Honestly, she was surprised Alekto had yet to return home with a corpse.

(Silently, Aarya wished she would never find out if Alekto, in fact, ever had.)

Trudging back to prevent any violent soul robbing, she stopped fifteen feet from the porch where a woman sat with two Ghost Pokemon and a Sharpedo. A triple threat against Alekto, yet she never wavered; instead, she was already terrorizing the innocent Pumpkaboo.

"Alekto! Get away from her! Fuck. It's just a Pumpkaboo; leave her be!"

Offering the woman an exasperated expression (as if "Dusknoir will be Dusknoir, right?" was anything close to an adequate apology), Aarya moved closer, searching haphazardly for a Pokeball -- until realizing she hadn't carried any with her.

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