Umbreongirl
As riddled as the tide
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- Seen Apr 23, 2012
Let's see what this love can do.
Ooc: I thought you might appreciate the subject title, Diego. >D As a fellow Paris Hilton fan extremist! :D
Would you just wake up already, Minnie? I swear, the things I do to surprise you, and then you sleep so long, they go cold!
An affectionately sinister voice permeated Minnie's being, jarring her out of unconsciousness, pulling her zealously into the waking world, a common and familiar awakening for Minnie. She couldn't imagine rousing any other way, her mind vacant of Remorse's voice in early morning would be a lonely one. At least, that's what she managed to convince herself, very much a night owl as opposed to an early riser, so as she wouldn't throttle him the secondthose pretty blue eyes peeled open. She softened, however, upon reading the anxious expression on Remorse's face. Though he attempted to veil it by masking it with a hardened glare, Minnie smiled, aware the double meaning behind every antic and expression Remorse displayed. Constantly plagued by the war raged by his own thoughts, the insanity-ridden dangerously deranged inquiries and dark speculations of Mewtwo, attempting to consume those scarce few salvaged of a Mawile, the simple domestic Pokemon thoughts every other of Minnie's Pokemon posessed. While the previous estranged intelligence allowed Remorse special privelages, such as endless independence, and liberation of the Pokeball, though this latter wasn't necessarily true. Due to Remorse's baffling mental capacity and startling psychic energy, the likes of a regular Pokeball wouldn't hold him anyways. At best, he could be contained in an Ultra ball. But the real reason behind his full-time reign was neither his intelligence or his inability to stay in a Pokeball. It was the same reason he had woken Minnie up, griping about her slumber with the excuse of cold eggs. Truth of the matter was, he just hated being alone.
Groggily, Minnie stared at the crimson digits of the alarm clock Remorse had taken to setting meticulously for her, as the students of Cineris weren't the only ones to have gotten used to the Summer break. Groaning pitifully, hoping to extract a morsel of pity from Remorse, but to no avail, Minnie begrudgingly drug herself from the cozy double mattress she had been granted in her cottage. Each teacher of Cineris was blessed to likewise have one of these similar Cottages, quaint little structures, carved charmingly of Beachwood, on stilts, with ramps in the front, so the likes of flooding wouldn't eat away at their structure. The houses were persevering, having been here since the school itself was built, without much renovation since then, backs pressed obstinately to the sea. From Minnie's elevated back deck, where she oftentimes stood side by side with Remorse, gazing compassionately over the waves, absently trying to decipher their whispers and sighs, if she turned slightly to the left, she had a clear view of the next island after Cineris, this being the closest patch of land to the Cineris Island, in the broad chain they were both a part of.
"Remorse, it's only Six thirty! Six thirty in the morning! I don't have to be up until seven. Classes don't even begin until after eight." Minnie snapped, arising in a flurry, flustered to the point of slamming a fist vindictively into the pillow. Pouting at Remorse, attempting to win his pity through distressed, she peered helplessly at him through the veil of hair, aiming for cute, and in return for her efforts, receiving mock horror from Remorse. It was only after peering in the mirror of her dressing table that Minnie winced, having a true look at what her appearance had morphed into overnight. Chestnut curls stood amuck, standing at hair's end, looking as if she had purposely teased them that way, to fall over her face, disclosing it completely, making her appear as some kind of monster.
You can thank me for saving you the embarrassment of a sloppy Ponyta tail your first day in. Because without taming this mess down first? At best, you'd look like a female version of Cousin It. At worst, an overgrown Chewbacca. Or a Velvet pin-up. At this point, i'm not sure which is worse..
Remorse mused, proving himself helpful in the mid-morning crisis by teleporting Minnie a brush, several cans of Hairspray and Anti-frizz, and about a dozen Bobby pins. Minnie had already begun the tiresome and very trivial, in her mind, procedure of raking the teeth of the brush through her curls, and attempting to quell them with the hairspray.
"Remorse, what in Arceus is Velvet? Oh, nevermind. A nagging sensation tells me that I don't even want to know."
"Hairspray is bad for the Ozone layer, you know. And you'd be surprised at what those bright-eyed little buckaroos you teach keep in their knapsacks. If I wanted to be a teacher's pet, i'd give you exact names and class locations, but i've already weighed our the pros and cons. Though public humiliation is tempting, I have to give the little snots credit for having the balls to pull something like that out in your battling class!"
Remorse cackled, teleporting each item back to its designated location as Minnie finished with it. Casting him a side glance of bewilderment, still comically, after nearly a year and a half of living with this character, still unaccustomed to his crude language, Minnie finally stood, wobbling dangeorusly, still unsteady on her feet as she immediately recovered balance, stretching to even herself out. The day's wardrobe included Minnie's favorite Watermelon-themed Paisley Sundress, with Flip Flops of the same design. This was more or less a psychological security blanket, mentally prepping her for the day's activities. As she carefully fastened the clasp of the golden necklace she was never caught witthout, a discreet little figure of a Treeckp kneeling in prayer, and tucked the chipped Heart Scale she posessed away into the folds of her dress, adding a spritz of perfume here and there, Minnie finally marked herself as ready. Turning to Remorse with a smug look of satisfaction, one proud to have successfully accomplished something without his scorn or rididule, she turned to leave the room, destination already set in mind: Down the stairs, past the kitchen and through the front door. Easy as pie. No chances to go wrong.
"How do I look?" She asked the Mawile absently. The Mawile raised a shaggy blond eyebrow comically.
You're not wearing a Bra.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As I just graciously saved you from drowning in a major faux pas, where the entire student body would see you more for a certain lady appendage than from your natural aptitude in battling, i'm officially taking over the remainder of your morning. No objections? First off, stop texting and talk to me!
Remorse's babble, as usual, was already putting Minnie into a sarcastic mood. Biting back bitterness to match his own, and instead, putting on her sweetest and loving smile, she patiently turned to look down at the little Pokemon, stuck her tongue out, and returned to her phone. She had checked her inbox for the umpteenth time since they had left the Cottage and made their way across Campus to the building Minnie's first class took place in, but not before dodging it on second thought for the Cafeteria. So what if she was a little late? Headmaster Regi, Minnie's official boss, had been the one practically begging her into the Academy anyways, needing Kenji to fill in a few vital roles left vacant by the tragedy that was Miss Lola, which really was a tragedy, but not a personal one to Minnie, who hadn't been too fond of the woman, the beginning of this unfriendly rivalry sparking way back in Trainer School, Grooming, which she had taken out of earnestness, secretly hoping to get closer to Vince and Ace, then the newest members of her teams, Lola taking it because she had honestly believed that it was about self-grooming, not Pokemon Grooming. Her affections for Kenji were evident, and out of this sprage hostility for poor Minnie, who had then only been his best friend.
Look how far we've come. She thought fondly.
Anyways, before that pretty little head got lost in the tunnel of love.. If you don't get your head out of the clouds, i'm going to hurl Romeo straight across the Sea, so far you won't even begin to know where to look for him. And that dumb horse he rides too. Remorse spat, his disdain for Kenji eminent as always.
Now.. He began again, this time a little more cheerily.
You have some very unhappy Pokemon to tend to, they're not taking too kindly to being cooped up all night and day, and desperately need a bathroom break, Vince says. So... let them out? Alright. Remorse grinned mischeviously, before triggering the sensors on the devices simultaneously with ease, innocently sending each Pokemon out simultaneously, each starving, antsy Pokemon at that. Minnie had fed them last night, same time as always, food most Pokemon never even hoped to sample at that, ordering in from the Cafeteria. But to her Pokemon, she smiled fondly, that would be lightyears, and they would fest like they hadn't been fed in weeks. Cherris was the first to appear, and she did so without complaint, moving nimbly to Minnie's side, out of loyalty brushing her cheek against Minnie's bare leg, before anything else. The spot where the Fire-type had pressed her furry cheek tingled, leaving a red mark much like a heating pad would've done.
"Good morning, girl." Minnie breathed happily, fingering the bony structures protruding from the Houndoom's head, and spiraling down to end in two points. Though she towered over the others, Cherris, other than Siren, was by far the most playful by nature, and Minnie could relay to her quite well. The others, Mokomoko, Minnie's Mareep, a thoughtful and moody creature, was harder to reach. Ace, a gentleman at heart, was agreeable, too agreeable, and always happy to comply to any and all of Minnie's wishes. Vince, a noble soul, wore his morals on his sleeve, and as the self-designated hero of the group, always had a keen eye out for anything amiss. Remorse, partially antagonist himself, despised Vince, as did Vince Remorse. Siren, the baby of Minnie's clan, a Smoochum, who, after a year and a half had chosen to remain a Smoochum for awhile, and who, at that, hadn't at all matured from her childish demeanor, required round the clock care.
"Alright, guys. You're free to run the Campus IF you promise me one thing." Minnie had the Pokemons' attention now, as they struggled to focus, though they obviously itched with anticipation to explore on their own. Not that Minnie could blame them. It had been months since the Island was so full of people. And new people always meant new Pokemon, which the majority of her Pokemon were always up to meeting.
"Please, for the love of Arceus. It's my first day, and I don't want to regret allowing you this freedom. I know I sound like a typical teacher, and you all know that I trust you more than I trust more people here, but remember. Not all of these children are little angels, and quite a few would love nothing more than to stir up a mess of trouble with the teacher's Pokemon. So Ace, you're on Siren duty. Take her to get something to eat, and make sure you're all back before my first class, which starts sometime.. after eight." Minnie smiled, gesturing to the large old-faced clock towering above the entire Campus. Simultaneously, Ace, Moko, and Vince nodded, whilst Siren babbled to herself.
"Most likely, i'll need every one of you for battle at some point. So until then, have some fun." Minnie finished, waving off her trio as they departed, together at first, before Ace took flight, skimming just inches above the ground, little Siren clinging to his back on their way to the Cafeteria, and Vince and Moko headed for the Ocean, whereas Moko would most likely reflect, and Vince would hunt for something to do, secretly hoping for someone he could save. Left only with Cherris and Remorse, Minnie continued on, checking her phone now and again, disgruntled as her inbox remained vacant. She had become hostile with the device, and now, glaring suspiciously, she shut the phone off before rebooting it, beginning to develop a hunch that it was all a conspiracy, the device was withholding her messages from her purposely.
Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. Minnie, he hasn't messaged you.
Slumping her shoulders in frustration, in a panic, Minnie thought back to the previous night. It had only been a few drinks. A Daiquiri or two for her.. A.. What had Kenji and Regi had? At Regi's annual Back-to-School barbeque for all faculty, Minnie admitted that she had let herself indulge, but how much? Heat flashed to her cheeks as she facepalmed, feeling to embarrassed to look either of her Pokemon straight in the eyes. What had happened last night? Had Kenji and Regi even had anything? Or had she been the only one, making a complete and total idiot of herself.
Remember the rocking horse incident? Remorse continued teasingly, making Minnie flash an even bright red.
"No.. Please tell me I didn't.." Cherris whined in concern for her trainer, pushing her cold nose into the palm of the woman's hand. Minnie rubbed her muzzle vigorously, simultaneously texting awkwardly with one hand, paying not much attention to her course, which had veered dangerously off the cobblestone pathway, onto the grass picketed every twenty feet or so with "Please... do not walk on the grass!" notifications, evoking several bewildered stares from students who had paused to watch the teacher unintentionally break the rules as she made an accidental beeline for the Fountain.
Sender: Minnie<3
Recepient: Kenji
"Hey. What happened last night? Please tell me that the Rocking Horse incident is a figment of Remorse's sick imagination. If you're not awake, then get up you lazy bum! It's already 7:30. Meet me out by the Fountain.."
She finished writing, after briefly glancing up. After sending the message, she slide the phobe likewise into the folds of her Sundress, approaching the fountain with deliberation now, as her Pokemon followed along without missing a beat. She wasn't surprised to find somebody already there, for the structure, more of a living, breathing sculpture than a simple fountain, thriving with the likes of Pokemon such as Magikarp, Horsea, Goldeen, Gorebyss, Huntail, and even the occaisonal Gyarados. The vastness of the Fountain was mind-boggling, and impractical, but every year the School Board had planned its demolition, Minnie and Kenji had been among the ranks of students petitioning to leaving it function. Its demolition would surely mean the demise of all the captive Pokemon born and raised in it. It was really the hang-spot of the students of Cineris, but Minnie was partial to it as well, and to the dismay of many who had staked it out as their make-out cove, she met her own significant other there quite frequently. But waiting for her today wasn't Kenji, but a fellow dressed in black. His protruding biceps and triceps were the first thing to catch Minnie's eye, naturally, but soon her attention was diverted to the boy's little companion. Upon taking notice of the little Houndour, Minnie was glowing.
Her own Houndoom, Cherris, in typical Canine-like curiosity, had already approached the Houndour, sniffing him thoroughly, before withdrawing from him, erecting her narrow head nobly, trying to retain the same dignity her master did, though in reality, she was itching with the notion to play. Ruffling the pup's fur fondly, quietly reminiscing over Cherris' early days, and then dwelling on her own, Minnie finally glanced up to meet the boy's hazel eyes evenly. Figuring that no start could be better than a warm smile, she flashed him a sunny one, fingers lingering over the Houndour's ebony fur. Sprawling out across the marble slab of fountain, the Houndour seemed to be enjoying the attention, more so than Cherris' invitation to play.
"Damien Decay?" She began, trying not to sound too much like a teacher. Though one of the most renowned characters on this whole Island, a woman who had made quite a name for herself by rejecting the offer as Team Solar's Boss in order to lead a more humble, lax life by the seaside instructing children in her footsteps, she couldn't help to contain her enthusiasm at meeting this boy by chance. This boy had been a particular favorite of Kenji's, and Minnie couldn't help but note this boy's potential. His Pokemon, this boy had insight, she realized. Insight far exceeding his years, she could tell by his Houndour's attitude towards him. He had befriended this Pokemon, and a fond lover of Houndour and Houndoom herself, Minnie knew this would be a bond to last through the ages, as hers and Cherris' had. She sat down beside him, fingers trailing the fountain waters just inches behind her, secretly hoping a Gyarados would come charging alone, breaking the surface, sending the smaller fish scattering.
"Your Houndour is breath-taking. He should be evolving soon, shouldn't he? Or are you one of the types to keep him exactly who he is?" She really was curious, about Damien's philosophies regarding Pokemon, as this would indicate to her what kind of a trainer he was. She couldn't be positive, but she was certain she had spied his name on one of her rosters.
"You are taking my Battling class, aren't you?" She continued, before diverting her eyes distractedly, inhaling sharply as suddenly, in a frenzy, the inquisitive Pokemon just beneath the surface scattered nervously, and emerging from the depths of the Fountain was.. a Relicanth. Expelling that breath, Minnie stroked the Fish, calmly awaiting Damien's response while at the same time, though her cool demeanor would never let this show, she waited anxiously for Kenji and Cinders to show up.
Ooc: Sorry if this was crap, but i've had many distractions tear me away from this post repeatedly. My padre's dancing to the George Lopez theme song, the shocking disappearance of my Banana Raft.. Ooer. Also, as it was my entrance post, it had to be extremely long.. As habit. ;P Sorry, Eletj. The next'll be shorter, and more spectacular.
Ooc: I thought you might appreciate the subject title, Diego. >D As a fellow Paris Hilton fan extremist! :D
Would you just wake up already, Minnie? I swear, the things I do to surprise you, and then you sleep so long, they go cold!
An affectionately sinister voice permeated Minnie's being, jarring her out of unconsciousness, pulling her zealously into the waking world, a common and familiar awakening for Minnie. She couldn't imagine rousing any other way, her mind vacant of Remorse's voice in early morning would be a lonely one. At least, that's what she managed to convince herself, very much a night owl as opposed to an early riser, so as she wouldn't throttle him the secondthose pretty blue eyes peeled open. She softened, however, upon reading the anxious expression on Remorse's face. Though he attempted to veil it by masking it with a hardened glare, Minnie smiled, aware the double meaning behind every antic and expression Remorse displayed. Constantly plagued by the war raged by his own thoughts, the insanity-ridden dangerously deranged inquiries and dark speculations of Mewtwo, attempting to consume those scarce few salvaged of a Mawile, the simple domestic Pokemon thoughts every other of Minnie's Pokemon posessed. While the previous estranged intelligence allowed Remorse special privelages, such as endless independence, and liberation of the Pokeball, though this latter wasn't necessarily true. Due to Remorse's baffling mental capacity and startling psychic energy, the likes of a regular Pokeball wouldn't hold him anyways. At best, he could be contained in an Ultra ball. But the real reason behind his full-time reign was neither his intelligence or his inability to stay in a Pokeball. It was the same reason he had woken Minnie up, griping about her slumber with the excuse of cold eggs. Truth of the matter was, he just hated being alone.
Groggily, Minnie stared at the crimson digits of the alarm clock Remorse had taken to setting meticulously for her, as the students of Cineris weren't the only ones to have gotten used to the Summer break. Groaning pitifully, hoping to extract a morsel of pity from Remorse, but to no avail, Minnie begrudgingly drug herself from the cozy double mattress she had been granted in her cottage. Each teacher of Cineris was blessed to likewise have one of these similar Cottages, quaint little structures, carved charmingly of Beachwood, on stilts, with ramps in the front, so the likes of flooding wouldn't eat away at their structure. The houses were persevering, having been here since the school itself was built, without much renovation since then, backs pressed obstinately to the sea. From Minnie's elevated back deck, where she oftentimes stood side by side with Remorse, gazing compassionately over the waves, absently trying to decipher their whispers and sighs, if she turned slightly to the left, she had a clear view of the next island after Cineris, this being the closest patch of land to the Cineris Island, in the broad chain they were both a part of.
"Remorse, it's only Six thirty! Six thirty in the morning! I don't have to be up until seven. Classes don't even begin until after eight." Minnie snapped, arising in a flurry, flustered to the point of slamming a fist vindictively into the pillow. Pouting at Remorse, attempting to win his pity through distressed, she peered helplessly at him through the veil of hair, aiming for cute, and in return for her efforts, receiving mock horror from Remorse. It was only after peering in the mirror of her dressing table that Minnie winced, having a true look at what her appearance had morphed into overnight. Chestnut curls stood amuck, standing at hair's end, looking as if she had purposely teased them that way, to fall over her face, disclosing it completely, making her appear as some kind of monster.
You can thank me for saving you the embarrassment of a sloppy Ponyta tail your first day in. Because without taming this mess down first? At best, you'd look like a female version of Cousin It. At worst, an overgrown Chewbacca. Or a Velvet pin-up. At this point, i'm not sure which is worse..
Remorse mused, proving himself helpful in the mid-morning crisis by teleporting Minnie a brush, several cans of Hairspray and Anti-frizz, and about a dozen Bobby pins. Minnie had already begun the tiresome and very trivial, in her mind, procedure of raking the teeth of the brush through her curls, and attempting to quell them with the hairspray.
"Remorse, what in Arceus is Velvet? Oh, nevermind. A nagging sensation tells me that I don't even want to know."
"Hairspray is bad for the Ozone layer, you know. And you'd be surprised at what those bright-eyed little buckaroos you teach keep in their knapsacks. If I wanted to be a teacher's pet, i'd give you exact names and class locations, but i've already weighed our the pros and cons. Though public humiliation is tempting, I have to give the little snots credit for having the balls to pull something like that out in your battling class!"
Remorse cackled, teleporting each item back to its designated location as Minnie finished with it. Casting him a side glance of bewilderment, still comically, after nearly a year and a half of living with this character, still unaccustomed to his crude language, Minnie finally stood, wobbling dangeorusly, still unsteady on her feet as she immediately recovered balance, stretching to even herself out. The day's wardrobe included Minnie's favorite Watermelon-themed Paisley Sundress, with Flip Flops of the same design. This was more or less a psychological security blanket, mentally prepping her for the day's activities. As she carefully fastened the clasp of the golden necklace she was never caught witthout, a discreet little figure of a Treeckp kneeling in prayer, and tucked the chipped Heart Scale she posessed away into the folds of her dress, adding a spritz of perfume here and there, Minnie finally marked herself as ready. Turning to Remorse with a smug look of satisfaction, one proud to have successfully accomplished something without his scorn or rididule, she turned to leave the room, destination already set in mind: Down the stairs, past the kitchen and through the front door. Easy as pie. No chances to go wrong.
"How do I look?" She asked the Mawile absently. The Mawile raised a shaggy blond eyebrow comically.
You're not wearing a Bra.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As I just graciously saved you from drowning in a major faux pas, where the entire student body would see you more for a certain lady appendage than from your natural aptitude in battling, i'm officially taking over the remainder of your morning. No objections? First off, stop texting and talk to me!
Remorse's babble, as usual, was already putting Minnie into a sarcastic mood. Biting back bitterness to match his own, and instead, putting on her sweetest and loving smile, she patiently turned to look down at the little Pokemon, stuck her tongue out, and returned to her phone. She had checked her inbox for the umpteenth time since they had left the Cottage and made their way across Campus to the building Minnie's first class took place in, but not before dodging it on second thought for the Cafeteria. So what if she was a little late? Headmaster Regi, Minnie's official boss, had been the one practically begging her into the Academy anyways, needing Kenji to fill in a few vital roles left vacant by the tragedy that was Miss Lola, which really was a tragedy, but not a personal one to Minnie, who hadn't been too fond of the woman, the beginning of this unfriendly rivalry sparking way back in Trainer School, Grooming, which she had taken out of earnestness, secretly hoping to get closer to Vince and Ace, then the newest members of her teams, Lola taking it because she had honestly believed that it was about self-grooming, not Pokemon Grooming. Her affections for Kenji were evident, and out of this sprage hostility for poor Minnie, who had then only been his best friend.
Look how far we've come. She thought fondly.
Anyways, before that pretty little head got lost in the tunnel of love.. If you don't get your head out of the clouds, i'm going to hurl Romeo straight across the Sea, so far you won't even begin to know where to look for him. And that dumb horse he rides too. Remorse spat, his disdain for Kenji eminent as always.
Now.. He began again, this time a little more cheerily.
You have some very unhappy Pokemon to tend to, they're not taking too kindly to being cooped up all night and day, and desperately need a bathroom break, Vince says. So... let them out? Alright. Remorse grinned mischeviously, before triggering the sensors on the devices simultaneously with ease, innocently sending each Pokemon out simultaneously, each starving, antsy Pokemon at that. Minnie had fed them last night, same time as always, food most Pokemon never even hoped to sample at that, ordering in from the Cafeteria. But to her Pokemon, she smiled fondly, that would be lightyears, and they would fest like they hadn't been fed in weeks. Cherris was the first to appear, and she did so without complaint, moving nimbly to Minnie's side, out of loyalty brushing her cheek against Minnie's bare leg, before anything else. The spot where the Fire-type had pressed her furry cheek tingled, leaving a red mark much like a heating pad would've done.
"Good morning, girl." Minnie breathed happily, fingering the bony structures protruding from the Houndoom's head, and spiraling down to end in two points. Though she towered over the others, Cherris, other than Siren, was by far the most playful by nature, and Minnie could relay to her quite well. The others, Mokomoko, Minnie's Mareep, a thoughtful and moody creature, was harder to reach. Ace, a gentleman at heart, was agreeable, too agreeable, and always happy to comply to any and all of Minnie's wishes. Vince, a noble soul, wore his morals on his sleeve, and as the self-designated hero of the group, always had a keen eye out for anything amiss. Remorse, partially antagonist himself, despised Vince, as did Vince Remorse. Siren, the baby of Minnie's clan, a Smoochum, who, after a year and a half had chosen to remain a Smoochum for awhile, and who, at that, hadn't at all matured from her childish demeanor, required round the clock care.
"Alright, guys. You're free to run the Campus IF you promise me one thing." Minnie had the Pokemons' attention now, as they struggled to focus, though they obviously itched with anticipation to explore on their own. Not that Minnie could blame them. It had been months since the Island was so full of people. And new people always meant new Pokemon, which the majority of her Pokemon were always up to meeting.
"Please, for the love of Arceus. It's my first day, and I don't want to regret allowing you this freedom. I know I sound like a typical teacher, and you all know that I trust you more than I trust more people here, but remember. Not all of these children are little angels, and quite a few would love nothing more than to stir up a mess of trouble with the teacher's Pokemon. So Ace, you're on Siren duty. Take her to get something to eat, and make sure you're all back before my first class, which starts sometime.. after eight." Minnie smiled, gesturing to the large old-faced clock towering above the entire Campus. Simultaneously, Ace, Moko, and Vince nodded, whilst Siren babbled to herself.
"Most likely, i'll need every one of you for battle at some point. So until then, have some fun." Minnie finished, waving off her trio as they departed, together at first, before Ace took flight, skimming just inches above the ground, little Siren clinging to his back on their way to the Cafeteria, and Vince and Moko headed for the Ocean, whereas Moko would most likely reflect, and Vince would hunt for something to do, secretly hoping for someone he could save. Left only with Cherris and Remorse, Minnie continued on, checking her phone now and again, disgruntled as her inbox remained vacant. She had become hostile with the device, and now, glaring suspiciously, she shut the phone off before rebooting it, beginning to develop a hunch that it was all a conspiracy, the device was withholding her messages from her purposely.
Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. Minnie, he hasn't messaged you.
Slumping her shoulders in frustration, in a panic, Minnie thought back to the previous night. It had only been a few drinks. A Daiquiri or two for her.. A.. What had Kenji and Regi had? At Regi's annual Back-to-School barbeque for all faculty, Minnie admitted that she had let herself indulge, but how much? Heat flashed to her cheeks as she facepalmed, feeling to embarrassed to look either of her Pokemon straight in the eyes. What had happened last night? Had Kenji and Regi even had anything? Or had she been the only one, making a complete and total idiot of herself.
Remember the rocking horse incident? Remorse continued teasingly, making Minnie flash an even bright red.
"No.. Please tell me I didn't.." Cherris whined in concern for her trainer, pushing her cold nose into the palm of the woman's hand. Minnie rubbed her muzzle vigorously, simultaneously texting awkwardly with one hand, paying not much attention to her course, which had veered dangerously off the cobblestone pathway, onto the grass picketed every twenty feet or so with "Please... do not walk on the grass!" notifications, evoking several bewildered stares from students who had paused to watch the teacher unintentionally break the rules as she made an accidental beeline for the Fountain.
Sender: Minnie<3
Recepient: Kenji
"Hey. What happened last night? Please tell me that the Rocking Horse incident is a figment of Remorse's sick imagination. If you're not awake, then get up you lazy bum! It's already 7:30. Meet me out by the Fountain.."
She finished writing, after briefly glancing up. After sending the message, she slide the phobe likewise into the folds of her Sundress, approaching the fountain with deliberation now, as her Pokemon followed along without missing a beat. She wasn't surprised to find somebody already there, for the structure, more of a living, breathing sculpture than a simple fountain, thriving with the likes of Pokemon such as Magikarp, Horsea, Goldeen, Gorebyss, Huntail, and even the occaisonal Gyarados. The vastness of the Fountain was mind-boggling, and impractical, but every year the School Board had planned its demolition, Minnie and Kenji had been among the ranks of students petitioning to leaving it function. Its demolition would surely mean the demise of all the captive Pokemon born and raised in it. It was really the hang-spot of the students of Cineris, but Minnie was partial to it as well, and to the dismay of many who had staked it out as their make-out cove, she met her own significant other there quite frequently. But waiting for her today wasn't Kenji, but a fellow dressed in black. His protruding biceps and triceps were the first thing to catch Minnie's eye, naturally, but soon her attention was diverted to the boy's little companion. Upon taking notice of the little Houndour, Minnie was glowing.
Her own Houndoom, Cherris, in typical Canine-like curiosity, had already approached the Houndour, sniffing him thoroughly, before withdrawing from him, erecting her narrow head nobly, trying to retain the same dignity her master did, though in reality, she was itching with the notion to play. Ruffling the pup's fur fondly, quietly reminiscing over Cherris' early days, and then dwelling on her own, Minnie finally glanced up to meet the boy's hazel eyes evenly. Figuring that no start could be better than a warm smile, she flashed him a sunny one, fingers lingering over the Houndour's ebony fur. Sprawling out across the marble slab of fountain, the Houndour seemed to be enjoying the attention, more so than Cherris' invitation to play.
"Damien Decay?" She began, trying not to sound too much like a teacher. Though one of the most renowned characters on this whole Island, a woman who had made quite a name for herself by rejecting the offer as Team Solar's Boss in order to lead a more humble, lax life by the seaside instructing children in her footsteps, she couldn't help to contain her enthusiasm at meeting this boy by chance. This boy had been a particular favorite of Kenji's, and Minnie couldn't help but note this boy's potential. His Pokemon, this boy had insight, she realized. Insight far exceeding his years, she could tell by his Houndour's attitude towards him. He had befriended this Pokemon, and a fond lover of Houndour and Houndoom herself, Minnie knew this would be a bond to last through the ages, as hers and Cherris' had. She sat down beside him, fingers trailing the fountain waters just inches behind her, secretly hoping a Gyarados would come charging alone, breaking the surface, sending the smaller fish scattering.
"Your Houndour is breath-taking. He should be evolving soon, shouldn't he? Or are you one of the types to keep him exactly who he is?" She really was curious, about Damien's philosophies regarding Pokemon, as this would indicate to her what kind of a trainer he was. She couldn't be positive, but she was certain she had spied his name on one of her rosters.
"You are taking my Battling class, aren't you?" She continued, before diverting her eyes distractedly, inhaling sharply as suddenly, in a frenzy, the inquisitive Pokemon just beneath the surface scattered nervously, and emerging from the depths of the Fountain was.. a Relicanth. Expelling that breath, Minnie stroked the Fish, calmly awaiting Damien's response while at the same time, though her cool demeanor would never let this show, she waited anxiously for Kenji and Cinders to show up.
Ooc: Sorry if this was crap, but i've had many distractions tear me away from this post repeatedly. My padre's dancing to the George Lopez theme song, the shocking disappearance of my Banana Raft.. Ooer. Also, as it was my entrance post, it had to be extremely long.. As habit. ;P Sorry, Eletj. The next'll be shorter, and more spectacular.
