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fallers_rpg2019-12-22 09:07 pm
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it's that hat, you know the one
Who: Zahra
What: Zahra has been living like a hermit int he wilderness for the past week. It's high time somebody meets them.
When: December 24th-January 31st
Where: Hau'oli City, Route 2, Route 3
A. Drop the Bass (Hau'oli City)
As much as Christmas Eve is a time for quiet contemplation, holiday spirit, and togetherness, it's also a time for teenagers and young twentiesomethings to party their heineys off; and this goes double for the week leading up to New Year's.
But somebody's got to handle the AV work for these venue-busting events, especially with Team Skull having finally made peace with the local populace and thusly able to shamelessly crash parties and tear things up. (Not that they weren't doing this before, but there's less of a chance of a Jenny getting involved now.) And after hanging with Hideo's group of vaguely thuggish bikers for an extended period of time, Zahra does have the experience.
So they're perched in the booth hanging in the scaffolding of whatever party you're frequenting, carefully monitoring the lights, the sound, the mood of the crowd, the DJ, everything... except for their little baby Deino, Obsidian, who's clumsily nipping her way around the booth. Towards their precariously-placed ankle. It would be cute if it didn't send Zahra tumbling from the scaffolding, hanging by a single hand as they struggle to pull themself up. Normally, this would be an easy task for them, but Obsidian is making things a tad difficult as she panics, flailing around and loosening Zahra's grip every time they're close to safety.
With the light and the heat and the noise and the mosh of the party, it doesn't seem like anybody else has noticed. Maybe you should go up and, you know, make sure they don't die.
B. Menacing Katakana (Route 2)
Fishing is an inherently peaceful activity. Sit down, cast your line, zone out while you wait for wild Pokemon to bite. There still long lulls when it's nothing but you, your thoughts, and nature.
And yet, somehow, there's a palpable aura of menace all around Zahra as their line dangles in the water, mind racing with all the information they've gathered about this new world—and the intriguing way its inhabitants battled using the creatures that ruled it. There were competitions, and professional teams, and metagames, and charts to memorize, and and and
Suffice to say, despite the cold weather, Zahra is liable to spend much of their time hunched over the beach, rod in hand as they contemplate uber-tier teams, type matchups, and movepools; their air of intense, almost furious concentration usually more than enough to deter passers-by and even wild Pokemon.
But even if you're normally put off by the suffocating pressure Zahra exerts whenever they're concentrating, when they bark, "HEY, YOU! HELP ME OUT HERE!" as they fight against their rod while something thrashes in the not-so-deeps resisting their attempts to reel it in... well, they've gotten quite used to giving orders in a commanding voice during crisis situations.
C. Trainer Zahra Wants to Battle! (Route 3)
It's a nice day on the cliffs overlooking the deep blue sea off of Route 3. Flying-types are singing, plant-types are blooming... and Zahra is leaning against the rock, tossing a Pokeball up and down as they stare out into the ocean, expression unreadable. That same energy radiates off of Zahra in waves (appropriate for the setting) while they contemplate the water, albeit less intensely when they were reeling in their biggest catch.
Your presence jolts Zahra out of whatever spell they had put themself under, and they turn to you, gentle smile on their face. "I don't suppose you'd be down for a battle? Me and Obsidian need the practice if we're going to pass the trials."
What: Zahra has been living like a hermit int he wilderness for the past week. It's high time somebody meets them.
When: December 24th-January 31st
Where: Hau'oli City, Route 2, Route 3
A. Drop the Bass (Hau'oli City)
As much as Christmas Eve is a time for quiet contemplation, holiday spirit, and togetherness, it's also a time for teenagers and young twentiesomethings to party their heineys off; and this goes double for the week leading up to New Year's.
But somebody's got to handle the AV work for these venue-busting events, especially with Team Skull having finally made peace with the local populace and thusly able to shamelessly crash parties and tear things up. (Not that they weren't doing this before, but there's less of a chance of a Jenny getting involved now.) And after hanging with Hideo's group of vaguely thuggish bikers for an extended period of time, Zahra does have the experience.
So they're perched in the booth hanging in the scaffolding of whatever party you're frequenting, carefully monitoring the lights, the sound, the mood of the crowd, the DJ, everything... except for their little baby Deino, Obsidian, who's clumsily nipping her way around the booth. Towards their precariously-placed ankle. It would be cute if it didn't send Zahra tumbling from the scaffolding, hanging by a single hand as they struggle to pull themself up. Normally, this would be an easy task for them, but Obsidian is making things a tad difficult as she panics, flailing around and loosening Zahra's grip every time they're close to safety.
With the light and the heat and the noise and the mosh of the party, it doesn't seem like anybody else has noticed. Maybe you should go up and, you know, make sure they don't die.
B. Menacing Katakana (Route 2)
Fishing is an inherently peaceful activity. Sit down, cast your line, zone out while you wait for wild Pokemon to bite. There still long lulls when it's nothing but you, your thoughts, and nature.
And yet, somehow, there's a palpable aura of menace all around Zahra as their line dangles in the water, mind racing with all the information they've gathered about this new world—and the intriguing way its inhabitants battled using the creatures that ruled it. There were competitions, and professional teams, and metagames, and charts to memorize, and and and
Suffice to say, despite the cold weather, Zahra is liable to spend much of their time hunched over the beach, rod in hand as they contemplate uber-tier teams, type matchups, and movepools; their air of intense, almost furious concentration usually more than enough to deter passers-by and even wild Pokemon.
But even if you're normally put off by the suffocating pressure Zahra exerts whenever they're concentrating, when they bark, "HEY, YOU! HELP ME OUT HERE!" as they fight against their rod while something thrashes in the not-so-deeps resisting their attempts to reel it in... well, they've gotten quite used to giving orders in a commanding voice during crisis situations.
C. Trainer Zahra Wants to Battle! (Route 3)
It's a nice day on the cliffs overlooking the deep blue sea off of Route 3. Flying-types are singing, plant-types are blooming... and Zahra is leaning against the rock, tossing a Pokeball up and down as they stare out into the ocean, expression unreadable. That same energy radiates off of Zahra in waves (appropriate for the setting) while they contemplate the water, albeit less intensely when they were reeling in their biggest catch.
Your presence jolts Zahra out of whatever spell they had put themself under, and they turn to you, gentle smile on their face. "I don't suppose you'd be down for a battle? Me and Obsidian need the practice if we're going to pass the trials."
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OHHHHHGEEZE-
"Nyh- Oh, uhhh..." Katsuya pauses. On the one hand, he's pretty damn sure his counterpart for...Zahra here (at least getting their name right isn't hard) is...not dealing with visions and stuff. On the other he definitely showed his hand already.
On the OTHER, that was only for seeing...spirits? Maybe?
"Jus' followed Kaseri, nothin' big," he says, like a Liar,
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oh wow that mane is fluffy,
"Who's a good little precognitive horsie? You are, you are!"
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'Precognitive'.
Kaseri stops. Kaseri turns and stares at Katsuya, who flinches like he's gotten his hand stuck in a cookie jar.
No! No, don't you dare rat him out you horrible horse-
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Zahra doesn't pause in petting Kaseri. While their voice is as light and friendly, there's an undercurrent of "Mazaki Classic" in there. Just enough to be intimidating.
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"Nyhhh..."
"NIIIIHIHIII!"
"...It wasn' a lie tha' she led th' way?"
NO!
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They'll it drop. It's clear that he doesn't want to talk about it, and they aren't nosy enough to bother him about it.
"Well, thank you, Kaseri. Without you, I'm pretty certain I would've been Monster Mash'd into the hospital." Fishing an Oran Berry out of their bag, Zahra presents it to the Ponyta, smiling. "Here!"
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"Heh...got tha' righ'! She's pretty good w' th' floatin' thing!" It's what got him in trouble, yes, but she's Still Good At It.
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taking no prisoners with the manlet jokes tonight huh zahra
Despite their mockery, their voice is full of real affection at the thought of their friends. Almost like they're holding enough love for four people at once.
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back up to the part where those two matter in this choice-
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The temperature drops by ten degrees. Metaphorically. Physically, it drops by about three.
If Zahra's love for their friends was overwhelming, the palpable hate in their voice is almost as powerful.
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A pause. There's that stare again. That glaze-eyed look that here is so very very out of place, cutting his words short for a split second and.
"................."
...........................
"Nyh...y'...y'know what, th's might be a good time t' say I see shit sometimes," he decides with a quiet squeak. "...Jus' so it makes sense when I say tha' really didn' happen at home, an' probably wouldn'..." He feels terrified right now, oh!
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Their anger towards their friend is residual; a byproduct of their undying, unrelenting hate towards Seto rather than any actual antipathy. But still, it's damn scary.
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And while his fists do not tighten yet, they could, if only for frustration.
"I'm gonna say th's once," he says 'calmly'. "Our world's ain' th' same. An' when I say tha' th' one I know wouldn' do what I jus' saw," he emphasizes, "I mean it. I dunno 'f their stories are th' same. 'F they had t' deal w' th' same. Seem's t' me like they prob'bly didn', not 'f yer this mad- nah, t' get you riled th's much, after how y' were before? Takes more than some one time deal.
"But we're talkin' abou' differen' people. So knock it off."
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They stay like that for a few moments, filled with bottomless wrath. Then... then. They force themself to take a deep breath. Once. Twice. Three times. Their fists unclench, and they turn away.
Now, more than anything else, they seem tired. "I... I can't believe that any Kaiba Seto out there wouldn't do the exact same thing to me—us—if he was put in the same situation. But..." Another deep breath, this one more akin to a sigh. "I trust you, Katsuya. And if you really, genuinely believe that yours is better... I guess I have to trust that you know what you're talking about. Because you're my friend, and no matter how much I hate my Kaiba with every fiber of my being, you're worth more than all that darkness combined."
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...
The blond sighs- and sits on the nearest thing he feasibly can, shaking his head. "...'s complicated," he ultimately says. "...'s not my secret t' say, ev'n 'f th' secret doesn' exist in any other world I've heard 'f," Katsuya continues quietly. "...I dunno how else t' explain it... ...I..."
...
This much. He can say...this much. "Where 'm from... I've been livin' in th' same house since b'fore Death-T- tha' happened t' you somehow righ'?- yeah," he 'answers' just as quickly, quite likely for real. "...'s Mokuba's idea. I...helped S- Kaiba ou' w' somethin', turned down th' 'reward' b'cause I saw Mokuba gettin' ignored when I got t' the house... ...an'...I guess it all wen' from there. ...I've been there f'r almos' two years now," he goes on. "...I..."
Even if he tries to hide the Secret, he cannot hide the Emotion.
"...I dunno what I saw. 's jus' how it goes I guess. But they ain' th' same person. Honestly...I think s...he'd be d'sgusted, w' whatever happened t' make y' feel all 'f tha'... ...Not jus' th' anger," he adds more quietly, unable to look to Zahra's eyes. "...Jus'...tha' kinda hurt... ...sh... ...he wouldn' stand it."
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So unfortunately for Katsuya, the light of understanding flickers on behind Zahra's eyes, and their expression softens marginally. "I... I think I get it. I don't think he," there's a special emphasis placed on that word, "would take too kindly to how my Kaiba treated me back home either."
whoopsy daisy jou,
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AHHH-
ah,
... Katsuya just beams, and with a grin, nods. "...'Xactly!"
They can just pretend, together for now.