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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 10:31 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 9:04 pm
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Amidst the crowd of desert worn trainers, a young boy squeezed through the groups of those waiting for news and those speaking of rockets and battles, his eyes wide and young, his countenance small. Some of the trainers had been in battle... Real battle. Not the kinds he had studied for, or for which he and his small duo now trained. Some people looked hurt, others victorious, some silent in the wakes of what had happened, and the realization that it wasnt just a game, while he was too young to understand in full, had begun to set in.
With a pichu on his shoulder, his charmander following closeby, and his mother--to his quiet embarrassment and yet reassurance-- tending to the smaller wounds of the few who had insisted their Pokemon take priority, the boy looked about for any of the familiar faces he had come to know, and upon spotting Yuri and a somewhat familiar blonde girl, he made his way over to them, careful to keep the tiny electric mouse balanced. While they weren't Henrietta, whom he had hoped to find safe and sound, they were there, and looked okay, if a little beat up.
Hoping he wasnt interrupting anything, Jace offered a wave and a smile as he topped before Yuri, Rosie, and the dark haired girl he didnt know. That wasnt the one Henrietta said was Yuri's girlfriend... "Hey, did you guys go fight the rockets?" he asked, polite in his hesitancy, but to the point as would be expected of a curious child.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 9:37 pm
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[Andre]
Surgery? Glass embedded in his thigh and arms? And now he was in a wheelchair? And they had met Team Rocket and their vehicles exploded? Well, she still wasn't entirely sure what Team Rocket was, exactly, nor how bad they were or practically anything about them, but they sounded like rather unsavory types - especially if they had caused so much trouble and hospitalization for others - and she decided quite quickly that she didn't like that, not one bit. That was unacceptable.
"Oh, I'm so sorry you were hurt," she said once her brain finally stopped racing through thoughts, her fingers lowering from her mouth where they'd lingered to cover it while she'd listened, and instead moved to cover her heart as a sincere, hopeful expression manifested on her face. "It is my sincerest hope that you recover quickly, and I feel terrible that you endured such a thing to begin with." He had volunteered, though; had he known of all the dangers? At least there were only two other people that required urgent medical attention - she was very, very thankful that it wasn't more than three - but it still bothered her that such a horrible thing happened at all. While she was immensely curious about the other two who were injured - and she wanted to ask very, very badly - she refrained from posing the question to him, and asked instead, "Is there any way I can help you? With anything at all?"
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[Rosie, Yuri, Jace, not Dith (sorry Dith)]
Unfortunately for Dith, Sera neither felt nor heard her phone going off, so she neither saw nor replied to it. Seraphine's feelings on Rockets and confronting them and arresting them was quite different now that she had Anastasia back. Getting her precious pokemon back had been her top priority for so many months, and she'd trained so much to work towards that goal -- but then the goal had been handed to her on a silver platter while still working on it, and she'd thereafter had no further reason to want to confront and interrogate every Rocket she saw. They were still a threat, of course, and she still wanted them gone - but now she didn't have to worry or focus on it as the only way to get her pokemon back. It had been an odd feeling, in some ways, and she hadn't been sure if she wanted to continue training or working to fight Team Rocket - but in the end, the decision had been relatively easy to make, though as yet she hadn't trained much since the car accident. The fight earlier that day only reinforced the decision to continue, but for now, she'd wait at least a day or two. Despite all of her thoughts, she replied to Yuri with a small nod and another simple, "Yeah."
It was then that a small child approached, and Seraphine straightened up a little with her arms folded on the table as she glanced from him to both Yuri and Rosie. He probably knew them, surely, so she refrained from replying - though even if they didn't know him, she had little intention of speaking anyway.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 10:27 am
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