That's a good point actually. I didn't think about whether or not Akeno would even be aware of her own online presence; considering she didn't even know who Wraith or Grim were and they're supposed to be known entities, if not actually famous.
Oh well, maybe she looked it up after her conversation with Grim about people finding out her identity if she wasn't careful.
Bouncer, or Rabbit; she didn’t look much like a rabbit, so Bouncer it was for now. Interesting that she only gave names that other people had given her rather than one she had picked for herself; the woman was similar to herself in that sense she supposed. That probably meant she wasn’t a vigilante, or at least not one that called themselves a hero if she wasn’t interested in marketing herself. Maybe she wasn’t a vigilante either and had other reasons not to want people to know who she was. Once they were done here Akeno would need to look her up and see what the news was saying about her exactly; find out who she was dealing with.
“People call me Kitsune, I guess.” People had called her Fox as well, either worked, but she might as well go by the name that the few people aware of her existence online had given her.
His journey to become a trainer was progressing a little bit differently to how he had imagined.
What had started out as a meet-up so that he could be introduced to and meet some of the other members had suddenly turned to talk of Team Star’s purpose in the region and their goal of reaching the top of Mt Calagon, which then led to the topic of the overseers they would need to defeat along the way. A simple comment from Tim about how he was finding it difficult to get started as a new trainer caused a ripple of agreement to go through the group and brought out a surprising amount of vitriol from the others.
‘The whole system is stacked against you’, they said. ‘Unless you go to that professor and get one of his starters, then they practically lead you by the hand’, another had continued. It seemed he wasn’t the only aspiring trainer to run into problems along the road and find their way to Team Star and soon enough his own voice was drowned out of the conversation as the others continued to rant about the ’privileged trainers’ and the unfair advantages those chosen by the professor or those with connections with the overseers would receive. It was all news to him, who had never heard this kind of stuff before.
It made sense though; any trainer getting their first Pokémon from the professor had a leg up on the rest of them. No traipsing through the woods looking for a Pokémon for them, no having to save up money to buy their first Pokéball to catch it yourself; someone just handed them a rare and strong Pokémon and sent their on their way with a pat on the head. He had thought that was it, but when he thought about it, why would it stop there? What other advantages did having a professor of Pokémon backing your efforts get you?
How they led to them robbing a clothing store he wasn’t sure.
Sure, it was store run by this towns Overseer and, sure, the others had said some stuff about how the prices for winter gear were too high so that they could price poorer trainers out of being able to complete their journey, but Tim wasn’t really convince of all that. Even if it all *was* really expensive. At least he was only acting as lookout and wasn’t taking part in the robbery itself. He still felt uneasy about this whole thing, but just keeping watch wasn’t so bad.
Around twenty minutes after they had started Tim saw someone approach; two someone’s actually and they were approaching pretty quickly on the back of something that had to be a Pokémon. He turned around, placed a finger on either side of his mouth and let loose with his loudest, highest pitch whistle.
Timothy could prove his point better if he used Fairy types lol
Well, using Dragon's exact counter against them wouldn't prove much; of course their going to lose to those. He needs to beat them with Pokémon people think are weaker, to show that their expectations are wrong.
Appearance: Henrietta is fairly tall for a woman at 5’ 10" and is made even taller by the high heeled boots she habitually wears. Life as a trainer keeps her activate, even after settling down as a Overseer, meaning that she is more athletic than one would expect from her at first glance; her arms and legs, when they are visible, are noticeably toned with muscle. Her skin is naturally pale and she has short dark-brown hair and dark-brown eyes; she keeps her hair on one longer than the rest, styling it to fall in wavy locks on one side of her face, dyed with a gradient that starts as dark brown and transitions to caramel at the tips.
Personality: Above all else Henrietta is someone who always seems to display a level of quiet confidence. There is self-assuredness to the way she moves and the way she conducts herself which is displayed in the straightness of her posture, the tilt of her chin and the little knowing smile she often wears; she has a certain poise to her that is hard to describe until you see it for yourself. Whatever impression you get from her however, it is clear that she doesn’t consider herself to be anyone’s lesser.
Henrietta is driven by an aggressive determination which pushes her to move forward no matter who or what is in her way, something which is apparent both in the way she battles and the way she interacts with others. She has a forceful personality and isn’t easily swayed by others; once she has set her mind to something there is little that can divert her unless she makes that decision herself. This can be to her advantage, but it also means she has a bad habit of ignoring the concerns or needs of others.
She feels strongly about things and her emotions tend to be clearly on display, which can get her into trouble or rub people the wrong way. Her temper burns hot but is also short-lived, her mood can be changed drastically by small things but never for too long; she can come across as mercurial at times.
Background: Hailing from the sleepy town of Kronos, Henrietta was born and raised a farm girl. Her parents own and ran a small farm on the outskirts of the town, growing mostly wheat which they would harvest each year with the help of their Pokémon before selling it on to another family to be ground into flour and then sold on again to other towns and cities to be sold in stores. Like most families from that area they were old fashioned and traditional, preferring the use of Pokémon and manual labour to modern farming equipment; they led a quiet, slow life and that was how they preferred thing.
Henrietta did not.
The quiet, quaint way life was lived in Kronos town was anathema to the young girl, who desperately sought a way out and was drawn to the one source of excitement that the town offered; the trainers who came to the town to challenge the Overseer. With nothing else to work with and no other idea of where to go or what to do, she decided that she would travel and become a Pokémon trainer, packing her bags and taking the Mudbray that her parents had given her to help work the farm to conquer the region.
She did not run away from home; that would imply she was secretive about it. Instead she boldly proclaimed to her parents that she would leave to become a trainer and marched out of the town down the main road for all to see.
Life from that point on was exciting and though she did not manage to defeat all eight Overseers and meet the legendary Pokémon atop Mt Calagon as she original intended, she did travel across the entire region, see and experience many things on a journey that eventually led her back close to home and the city of Zhivegas. The Overseer at the time was looking to retire and to find a replacement; Henrietta was in the right place at the right time to be that person and at the age of 22, only six years after leaving home, she become the new Overseer.
Appearance: Timothy is a little on the short side at only 5’ 6” but makes up for that with an abundance of energy instead. He is physically fit, believing that a trainer must work as hard as their Pokémon and lead by example to succeed. His pale skin is contrasted by his black hair and equally dark eyes; brown, but a shade so dark they appear black at a glance. In terms of clothing he prefers things that are touch and durable, so as to last a while on the road; the only exception to this is his muffler, a red and black scarf given to him by someone important.
Personality: In a nutshell, you could describe Timothy as a hot-headed youth with a chip on his shoulder; energetic and boisterous, he is someone with a lot of passion whose quick temper can often get the better of him. His passion serves him well when it drives him to put effort into a task or when he needs to overcome setbacks, but has also served to alienate him from his peers due to the number of fights he has gotten into with them.
This has led him to become intensely loyal to those who have stuck by him in turn, which for the most part is just his Pokémon; should he make other friends they too will be able to always count on him to take their side, right or wrong.
Background: Growing up in Mercer town, famous for being the home of the illustrious Professor Cypress’ lab, Timothy was constantly exposed to the opinion that Dragon-type Pokémon were the best ever; an opinion that Timothy didn’t really share. It wasn’t like he disliked dragons, he just didn’t have the same enthusiasm and reverence for them that the rest of the Kaidan region seemed to have for them and that often led to him getting into arguments as a child; kids will argue about anything after all and Timothy was always someone to let his temper get the better of him.
Like many young boys, Timothy wanted to become a trainer. Unlike most, he grew up in the same town as a genuine Professor of Pokémon and as such could have had the opportunity of receiving a rare and powerful starter to begin his journey with a head start. Unfortunately, the professor in question was just as dragon-obsessed as the rest of the region and the only starters he offered were Dragon-types. After years of stubbornly defending the idea that dragons were overrated, his pride wouldn’t let him accept a Dragon-type as a starter. Instead he saved up his money to buy a Pokéball, went into the woods on the outskirts of town and caught himself a Pokémon of his own.
With his own starter Pokémon in tow, he set out on his own to become a trainer, aiming to defeat all eight overseers and make it to the top of Mt Calagon without a single Dragon-type Pokémon on his team just to prove a point.
So far, it hasn’t gone well. Becoming a trainer was harder than he expected and the Pokémon he caught was young and not particularly strong at first. Despite leaving home a full year ago, he is barely in the same league as a trainer just starting their journey and has only managed to catch a single other Pokémon. He has yet to challenge the first overseer and currently doesn’t feel like he would stand much of a chance against them even if he did.
Things have been getting better recently however, as not too longer ago he met up with someone who told him about a group of people who had opinions similar to himself; people who disliked the dragon-revering culture of the Kaidan region as much, if not more than he did. They, like him, wanted to reach Mt Calagon so that they could change people’s opinions and were willing to sponsor trainers like himself to do just that if they joined their group.
Now that he has joined Team Star, Timothy thinks that things are going to start turning around for him.
A change of clothes? Not unless there was something in the van she had stolen other than the sweater she’d used as a gas mask. They were pretty far away from the area she normally patrolled after all; her normal clothes were stuffed into a public locker miles away from here. “Not nearby, no.”
This woman would just have to deal with her sticky, blood-stained clothes a while longer. Akeno could sympathise; she’d been in a similar position a few nights ago, only without the ability to heal gunshot and knife wounds.
The conversation seemed to have come to an end; there really wasn’t anything else for her to say if this woman couldn’t give her any information and wasn’t willing to talk to anyone else. The only evidence they might have had would have burned up in the building when it was set on fire and the person who had done it was long gone and not likely to return. There was still the address she had gotten from the van, but it was too late to follow-up on that now; what with the parking lot being filled with emergency vehicle and her having no way to extract the van from its midst. Once she was done here she would have to just go back home, walk home at that, and see what tomorrow would bring.
It was… frustrating.
She now knew something big was going on but had no way of dealing with it, no way forward. No clues she could act on, no resources to throw at the issue expect time and her own body. This whole thing had just fallen into her lap but she couldn’t do anything with it. She didn’t even know where to start.
“What’s your name anyway?” The woman in front of her was the only thing she had to go off of. Even if she didn’t know much she knew more than her; knew enough to target this building even if nothing came of it. Might as well get what information she could out of her.
Morgana was quiet as they left the OMR office, letting Madeleine ramble about whatever topics she wanted to as they drove to meet back up with Xaviron. Not having to carry one half of the conversation gave her more time to think and to plot how to subvert the defences around her family’s estate; she was still no closer to an answer by the time they reached the Europaturm, but if it was that simple then there wouldn’t be much need to plot at all.
They reached their destination and as she stepped out of the car she heard the demon telling Xaviron about their meeting with Siegfried, only now realised that the other woman had become somewhat mistaken about her impression of the man.
Awed? Yes, she supposed that was one word for it. As soon as she had stepped into those office almost every ward woven around her person flared and buzzed in warning at the deity’s mere presence. Considering that they were only supposed to do that were they detected hostile or malicious energies she had been a little taken aback.
And more than a little concerned that a god was about to wipe her off the face of the earth.
It was a false alarm, fortunately. She had never been able to test how her wards and defences responded to a living deity after all and after the panic subsided and she had a few moments to examine what they were complaining about she realised it had more to do with that accursed sword of his than the man himself. It was an artefact after all, and not an insignificant one at that.
“If you could tell me what manner of spirit it is as well, I could begin devising a suitable sealing circle for it; its nature and its affinities.” She still believed this hunt to be a waste of their time, unrelated to their case other than the fact that a victim of their target had brought it onto this plane. Still, they might as well handle this properly if they were going to handle it at all.
“So you fled and now you’re returning to the scene of the crime.” Kitsune let out another sigh and decided to let the matter go. She refused to let herself get drawn into an argument with this woman about semantics; at least she was no longer pretending that she hadn’t been here earlier.
The other woman then began to look her up and down and Kitsune could already see the gears slowly turning behind that gaze. When the next words came, the scheming tone giving away the fact she was planning something, the objection was already on her lips. “No. I’m not going either; you’ll just have to wait until your friend is released to talk to him.”
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