Liza & Shinon
<Liza, wait!>
At the command, Liza stopped dead in her tracks, and turned her head left and right. Fear and suspicion diffused into mere curiosity as she found no one around, up until she looked behind her. A blue Pokemon, fast-approaching, was making its way from whence she had just made her way from.
Slowly, she shifted her leg back, as though she were in a fighting stance...minus the facts that she had held her hands tightly onto her satchel. Not a common behavior for most trainers, but Liza
was born and raised under unfavorable circumstances; kids mugging kids before they even got into the League was an all-too common issue, even for just Officer Jenny to manage.
In Shinon's mind, Liza had unconsciously projected a million re-iterations of the same questions, peppered by others.
< ̗̞̞̣͊̃̀̾ͭ̋ ̴̪̖̝̄̓ ̺͚͔̯͕͚ͭͅ ͇̰̩̜̩͚́̓ ̺͇̻̄ ̠̥̱ͣ̿̆́ ̯̝̻̽͒̿͑̊̒ͬ ̐͒ ̜̬̗̦̘̯̇̏̽̈́̇̑̒ ͙̭͚̙͈͑ ̛̻̦̝͊͗͒̋͂̏̄ ̟̦̖͍ ̇ͪ͏̮̜̱ ͈͙͓͕̑ͫͨ͐ͦ̆ ͚̥̺̖͒͡ͅ ͎̥̋̉̊̋͋̈ ̚ ̱͕ͧͅ ̧̗̫̤̘͂ͭ͋ͧ̀̆̏ ͓͖͎͍̲ͤͤ̇̊̈́Ẉ̜̤͈̥̯̝͠h̷͓̫͓̳̥͑̈o̰̅̃ͤ ̺͎̝̖ͭͩa̧̙̥̓̈́͑̊r͉̃͘e͓̤̼̭͐͂̉ͣ͡ͅ ̬̥̊ͦ̅͝y͉̗͛͡o̦̭͂ͯͮͯ̊̂u̷?̩̪̘̠̩̹͕̽
̛̬̠̬̠W̰̲̲͚̫̬͖̐ͤ͛͛̋̕h̬ͣͮ̃̆̏̕a̍͗ͣ͛̉ͥ̚ṯ̵̝̖̮̦̓̿ͤ ̏͆̌̍ͤ̿d͈̤̠̟͚̃̃ͮo͈͑̿ͭ͂̇̈ ̶͊̋̑̈yͫͭ̿͒̒ͬ̋ö̞̪͖̟̻̝͚́̃ͮ̍̃u̩̻ͩ́͒ͫ́ ͚͘w̤̬̗̺̙̣̅̓a̟̲̗̦͈̟̔͋ͅn͖̠͎ͣ́̔ͯ̑̓͒t̼̖̼͓͋ͦͯ?ͬͦͭ͗̅͌̾͏̼͙̬̝̬͇
̞̘̃ͯ̄̈
҉ ͔̬̍̑ͧ̈̽ͅ ̟͙ͩ̐ͨͥ ͓͖̝͕͐ ͎̥͇̒̔͊ͥ͊ͦ ̦̮̟ͦ́ͣ͟ ̩̹̦͘ ̧ͬ̽ͨ͐ ̘̦̏̐̋̏ͣ̀ ̧ͩ ̘ͬ͢ ̧̹̹̜͚͓͂̇̽̌̈́ͮ̏ ̨̦̣̠̞̝̞̽͑̂ͧ̒ ̛̖̠̙̦͖̼̻͋̈ͤͧ̒̉ ́ͬ͘ ̘͖̠ͥ̔̾͋ ͕̰̙̫̬ ͑ ̴̪̣̔ͪͧ͂ͭͧ͐ ̪̰͠ͅA̶̼̱ͥ̐r͕̜͙͖ͬȩ̙̦̠̱̻̓̚ ͚̦̬͠y͖̰̣̒̿̄͒͒̐͋͠ọ̧ͦͪͪͤ̓ͫ͊u̵̝̤͙̠ ͥ͊̌̎ġ̭̭̟͙̳̲̙̈ͫo͏i̸͙̲͋ͣ̔ͧ̅n̶̙̮͙̙̣̖̯̚g̥̏̌̀̈ ̟̭̈̒ͥ͑t̷̘͖̞͍̖̜ͮ̍̔ͨ̽͋o̮̹̖̟͔̭͌̆̍̀̉̈́͊ͅ ̮̟̮̤̇̍ͪͪͦ̆͑h͎̲͂ͨ̏͢u̞͓̣̣̤͛͌̏͊r̞̘̯̮̘̼̺̃͒̀ͥť̯͔̗̋ͤ͊̍ ̩̠̲͈͖̻̄͌̿m̻̄ͪ̽̈ͥ̆̀e̛̤̪ͅ?̝͠
̪̯̺͂
̤̪̬͇͎͐͗̆ͨ̒͛W̱͕͛h̩̊̅̓ͣͭ̄ỏ̉̽̓͞'͏͕ṣ̢̦̺͓͓͇̖ ͍̩̩͚̝͇̪͝y̹̣̳̪͉̟̟͗͊̏̈́o̒̄ͨ̽u͇̇ͦ͛̇͒͂ṟ̰̙̄̾̓̊̚̕ ̢̉̽͂ͧ̃ͦͧo͚̹̰ͯ͆̀ͬ̈̕ẉ̛̰̝̙ͯ̉ͯ̐̏n̙̳͙̣̈͡e͌҉̥̰ȓ͈̩̥̟̗̤͇ͯ̚?̷͒̿̑ͧ
̓͘
̸̟̦ͯ̾͌ͣ́̚ ̧͓̬͑̉ͦ̆̌ͧ̈ ̴̜͉ͣ̎̃ͮ͂̾ ̱̼̺ͦ͊ͫ̔́̆ ̔̋ͫ͏̰̣̫͖͖ ̽̆ͅ ̜̙̱̞̽̿ͩ́̒ͦͦ ̠ͯ̌ͣ̐͛̚ ҉̙̤̠͙̻ ̬͕̉ ̖͉̰͇͇ͬͪ͗̆ͧ̈ ̛̣̲̭̗̫̤̮̐ͬ̅ͩ ̥͋ͨͤ͜ ̖̙̖̩͎̈́̊ͣ̒̇ ͓͙̣̹͇̙̀̔̂ͅ ͈̘̝̄ͅ ͓̟͗̓ͥͨ̋̃͂ ̠̔̈́̒ͦ͂̏ ̸̮̦͔̓ ͧ͒̈̓ͯ҉̺͚̠͔͕̠ ̱̼ͤͦ̈́S̶͙̥̉̃̾h̢̪͔̪̺͙̻̅o̸̜̞̬̲͗ͬͅū͕̩̠̥͌l̾̍̇̇ͮ̎͏̘̠̠͎d̝̣͎͕ͪ̃͛̽͒ͬͅ ͇͒I͆ͤ̈̽͏͉̱̙͇ͅͅ ̢̣̖̗̝͗̈́̽̀͆̓͒f̬̦͇̜̆͆̐ͮ̈́ͦì̸̤̒̇̉gͫ̈́̆ͣ͟hͦ̑̅̉̚͏̣͓t̴͚̫?̻̦̓ͬ͋̄̊͆͞
̙̝̄̑̇̒
̻̖̘̙͔͎͔̈́̎͌̒͜I̷͙͒͗̌̚s̝̙̖͇̮̯͂ͥ̓͑͜ ̻̭͇ͣ̇ț̳͚̬͕͖̒̓ͮͧͮ̈̽̕h̏ͭ́̆̏͊̚e̯̤ͫ̐̅͂ͪ̓̾͟r̋͏̖̟e̝̯̼̔̈ͤ ̩ͪ͋̈́̄̌s͔̱̻̼̊̿̓o̦̱͎̞̦̓͂͛ͪ́̈̚m̥͈̺̦͚̺ḛ̢̓ͭ͂ͧt̨͓̜̦̯̣̉̄ͨ̚ḣ͔̭͂͑ͧͬi̠̩̯̦̼͕̞̐̍̂ͦ̕n̨͈̝̺͚̲̓͂̿͛̈́ͩg͔̠̩͓̲͍̱ͦ̈̔ ̝̘̫ͨ͂w̦͂̍̏͡r̭̲̈ͨō̡̪͓͈͕ͭn͍̭̫̺ǵ͇̺̺͎̳̳̳ͦ͑ͮ?͕̭̱̜͇ͮͩ͋̅͑͐ͣ>
When Liza stopped, Shinon quickly stopped once he approached her as well. The Lucario's red eyes darted around the girl's form, and finally to her hand, which was certainly a curious reaction. He noticed she had no active Pokémon out of their balls, either, which greatly concerned the Lucario.
The girl's unconscious projections greatly effected her aura, causing Shinon's ears to fold back as he was bombarded by intense emotion. His aura sensing appendages began to float, as he was about to attempt communication with the greatly frightened girl. He had doubts it would be successful, but he was certainly not going to let Pent down. Not when this girl had helped him.
Using his aura, he tried his best to convey precise words. Whether or not Liza would actually feel them, or understand them was an entirely different matter.
I̿̆ ͯͫͨ̈͗̈a̽͐ͬ̐͊ͪ̈m̸̐̀͗͆ Shinon, ä̵̵̮͚̑͗̒͛͊ǹ̷͈̐̾͛̀̾ͥ̊ͫͅd̏̔̋ͫ҉̶̯͎̻͕̞͈̻ ̛͉̙̩̗̜͚ͥͪͤ̈́̒I̫̟̤ͧ̉ͧ̓͒ ̸̷͍͕̺̍̃ͮa̧̢̱̪̤͈̞͈ͯ̈̿̍m̢̛̹͇̲͌̾ͤ ̔ͪͬ͒͏̺̮̬̤̟̹͝͝ñ͌̉ͨ͋ö́͛̍͗͛t͐ͯ̐̄͟ ͍͖̞̭̻̔̔̍h̸͎̼̃̇ͫ̅ͥ͋e̔͂ͩ̾̈́̏̿ͥ̓͟͏̳̭͕̹͙̹̟̠́ŗ̼̬̻̯̮̮̭̎́̐͞ͅe̖̭͍͉͉̱̠ͭͬͮͦ̃̀̚ͅ ̈́ͥ̿̎ͭ́ͫ͏̖̼̩͍ț̡͓͍̙̘̭͎͚̮ͨ̐̋͋ͦ͞oͩ̃̏̓̏ͫ҉̗ ̴͒̄̎ͪ̍͑̊ͅh̼̣̤̻̩͆̓ͥͨ͑ͧ́͌̃́͜u̫͖͕̟̺̜͔̣̓̆̾̎r͈̜͉̻̦̍ͫ́͋̏́̚͟͢ͅţ̨͕͙̿ͮ̔͋ͦ ̧͓͖̰̓̎ͤ̽͐̈́ͅy̍̉̄̅̅ͬ͆҉̸̸͕͖͖͎̺o̵̧̨͚̗̮̱̭̤ͮͦͥͤ̀͛͗͐u͕ͬ͋ͭ͋̿́̔̀͝.̭̬̰͙̞̙̇̏͂̌ ̷͖̼̺̿̾̋͒͟.
M̬̹̗̫̫̽ͬ̓͌̈́ͫỷ̸̦̃ ̼͚̰̺͕̌ͦ̚Ţ̞̟͈̩͉ͦ̈́́͋̒̏ȓ̠̆̎͒̂å̜̦̇i̅̀̕n̯͇̩̼͍̾̊̓̐̽̋̀ȩ̠̣͎̯̰̞̓ͨͧ̊ͮ̾ȑ͇̝͍̪ͧͨͣ͛̔ ̘̺̟̰̦̲ͫ̎ͅi̼͍̖͆́ͩ̑̈́s̐ͬ̆̏̈́ Pent, y͚̗̋͊͛ͤͭ͝o̡͌̿҉̠̖̱ǔ̴̹͉̱̎̋ͫ̒͝ ̱̻̲̮ͬ̄͠͞m̄ͧ͋҉̹͎̳͔̞͕̮̜ḛ̸̗͍͎̞̬͗̔̂͐̔͐̽͑͡ͅt̶͖͙͕͔̗̬̃̑̆̉̂ͣ̀͟ ͒͂̍͏̨̤̫̙̯͚̮̻h̢̞̜͂̂̾̽͗͠i̺͉͋ͨ͗͟͞ṃ͖̮̎̐̅̀̊ͣ̄̚ͅ ̤̯̬ͭͯͦo̡̝̻ͯͧ̀ͦͦͨ̈́͢n̹͇̯̭ͮͧ̎͒̈́̀̚ ̘̩̀ͩͤ̑͟t̊̇̌̍͗̀҉̤ͅh̲͍͍̗̓̍ͨ͆e̷̯͇̤̺̦͕ͩ̊͊̈̿ͭ͂̑͝ͅ ̟͔̥̗̋ͥ͊͘pͨͪ͐̓ͥ͏̰̼͇͚̱̺͍̟̹l̐̈̌ͯ̋͂̊҉̷̛͖̟͎a̴͎̎̔̊͗̽̊ͬͨ̚ǹ̦̲̲̭̖̺͗̒ͩ̍̅̔̇̍eͣ̏̃͞҉͙͕ ̩ͨ͊͡b̶̙̳̙̺̯͓̰ͦ͐̒ͤ͠o̽́͏̷̙̯uͤ̐҉̝̞̰͇͍̜n̻͔̠̠̖̈́͘d̢̟̞̟̣̳̻͙̣͕ͮ̔͂͢ ̡̞͙̖̱̣̠̈̂ͅf̎̈ͧ̍̍͐ͨ̚͏͎̯̜̹̭ö̧͔̦̦̪̠̯̭̳̋̌͜r͆̐ͣ̉҉͏̤͉̼̣ͅͅ ̴̦̇̈́̏̿ͧ̐̃̆̉V͊̃̅̈́͌̋͊ͭ̚͢͡͏̝̦̗͈̗̞̥̘i̴͇͇ͨ̌͛ͥ͒̔̾́͠ő͇̲̮ͬͫ̂ͤ͊̚r̐͆͛̈̕͏̱͔̠̮e̡̺̯̤̤͙ͧ͆͑ͫ.̃͆͂̃̅҉̡͉̯̲̪
Y̥̜̯̼̺̩͉ͦͭͦ̈ͦ̊͑͡o͖͎̖ͪủ̗͇̟̰̗̲̉͊̿ͭ'̝r̰̰̞̭͙̺̜̓ͪͨ̄e̦͈̱ͩͦ̆͜ ̳͜s̜̰̺̹̪̺̹ͨ͗̃̄̏c͑̎͏̹̘̪͓͍ȃ̠̲̦͎͓̫̇̅ͧ̉ͭ̐͝r̫̦͒ͭ͗ͅe̢̮̔d̺̩͋̃͂̊ͪͭ́̚,̶̰̯̟̠̟̬̼͆̿̅ͬ̽ d̝̼̯̝̰̄ͯ͌̏̚o̦̗̻̍͐ ̻̪̭̩͓́͋ͮͫ̂͒͊́yͣ͑͑̉̅҉̦͚̙̗̼o̰͕͇̦u҉̺̦̤̘̳ ̵̦̬́̏̐h̔ạ̅ͪ͐͛̉͗v̻̥͙̗͉̋ẹ̪̣̟̱̺̖̅̋͊ͤ̽̆͞ ̗͎̫̻̋̍̏̚a̧̺̓ͥͧ͒ͯ ̧̮͇̥̰͈̞̤ͣ̽̐P̬͚̠̞̪͗͂̈́̌͐o͕͈k̟̻̼̞̲͚̭̏̿̚͡é̯̩̞̝̫ͩͦ̎̃̌͝mͤ̈ͮͮ͑͆o̰̝͖ͨ͟ṅ̥̠͙͙͒͆̂ͦ̓ ̛̘̫͕̓͛ͣ̅ͥ̚p̮̼̩͇̼͆ͫ͑ͤa̜̽͗̑̑̃r̥̲̩͔̱̟ͨ̔̊͛̚t͕̒̐ͤ̂̂n̺̣̳̲̩̤̎ͩ̀͜e̠r̗̰͈̖̮̙̅̆?̭̗̆̄ͪͤͅ
"I do," she stated plainly, before deciding in her mind that the Lucario wasn't going to attack. Her stance and expression relaxed, and she stood straighter.
"Pent? What does he want with me? I'm on my League journey right now, so I don't really have the time for any side jobs..."Making his way over to the girl, who seemed to be more relaxed in his presence, he lightly tugged at her sleeve. Turning in the direction he came from, he pointed with one of his pads.
T̸̮̭̰͎̜̬̮̫ṛ̸̸̜̱͓̳͚̙ͅą̛̞̠̱̳̻͈ͅv̨͔͚e̴̞̠͖̻̫l̸̫̻̲͞ ͈͙̣͉w̧̖̙͞i̘̻͈̣̭̕͢ţ̛͉͓̹̟̀h̹̝͉̻͈̞̜̩̺͢ ̶̮̮̩͙̥͖͕͞ư̶̙͈̝͎ͅs̞̤̥̱͚̼̳̯͝?̶̢̹̥̩
"Fine..."
Liza took Shinon's wrist into her right hand, and gently stroked the Lucario's blue fur with her thumb as she examined its humanoid shape. It wasn't like she didn't see the occasional Machoke before, but this Pokemon wasn't like the ones in Kanto in the least. The black band across its eyes, Liza realized, wasn't purely aesthetic; it also served the purpose of the eye-black many athletes wore to "enhance performance and visibility".
Nevertheless, the ears and the floppy hair made it surprisingly cuter than anticipated. Given the canine facial structure and the shape of its ears, it was probably distantly related to Pokemon like Arcanine, which meant...
...Liza released her grip and stroked the Lucario behind the ears gently.
Shinon tried to tug Liza along with him to get back to Pent sooner, when the girl began to pet him behind the ears. It was surprising to him—the girl went from being afraid of him, to being skeptical to... enjoying his presence? He could feel that his appearance intrigued her, though it was still not something he could have anticipated. A soft, low grunt of reluctant enjoyment escaped the Aura Pokémon's maw as the girl continued to stroke behind his ears.
Though his eyes were rolled back into his head, and his mouth agape, he tried his best to regain his composure. He was able to focus his red irises upon the girl's form, finally reaching out to her with his paw. Gently tugging at her sleeve, he attempted to lead her back the way he had came.
Liza follows, but doesn't take her hand off of his head as she indulges in capitalizing on his soft spot. It was fascinating how exploitable Pokemon were, if one pushed the right buttons. From the look of it, the one she had in question wasn't used to any sort of pampering, which gave justification for her to advance a little further...
...so by the time Shinon and Liza would return, Shinon would be lost in the stupor of physical pleasure, namely that of the soft, delicate hand squeezing his nape as though it were dough.
"We meet again, Mr. Pent! Why'd you call me here?"A soft groan would escape Shinon's maw as they finally arrived to Pent. The Lucario extended his aura to his Trainer,
H-Help... she... knows what she's doing.Looking down at the Lucario, Pent's brown eyes widened.
"O-Oh! It seems you found her, and were able to bring her back! Excellent, I'm glad!" Gesturing to his bag he smiled to Aenir, his Froslass.
"Would you mind searching through my bag and pulling out my Amulet Coin?" The Froslass would nod, using
Psychic to remove the item from his pack. Holding it up with the mysterious energy, she floated it over towards Liza.
"I know you ah... don't believe you need to be repaid, but... I do truly appreciate it."Wordlessly, Liza practically ripped the coin out of the man's hand, and pocketed it.
"...you know how much a Champion would make using this, right?"
