[Evande Sterling]
A sigh escaped from Evandeās lips at the air her ādearā Charizard had taken on, it was indeed not the happiest of ones. Fafnir was on the defensive thanks to the fact that Micah had gone ahead and unleashed a rather blatant death wail in regards to the presence of Ghost-type PokĆ©mon. There was no way possible for a person to remain discreet when they had a shiny, roaring Charizard ready to strike something/one in the middle of a city. So much for her plans of keeping her life on the quiet side while on Anemone Island. Those were more or less now screwed because luck had to go and have her run into the one person whoād been traveling down the same street as her. The one single person. With her Cubone still quivering in her arms, his face pressed into her bound chest, Evandeās expression had taken on one that was . . . less than pleasant. Fafnir had definitely managed to draw some attention to himself, and worst of all, to her.
Not only was she dealing with the blue-haired siblings now, but the attention of the dark-haired trainer with the Haunter and Absol had been caught, as well as that of a shorter, blonde-haired trainer . . . The short blonde had been talking it up with the former trainer, looking as if heād been holding a PokĆ© Ball out. Evande could only chalk that up to him trying to coax a trade off or something; sheād seen that more than a few times in her travelsātrainers randomly trying to trade their PokĆ©mon for otherās. Fafnir is sooooooo getting scolded for his outburst when I can get some space between me and other people.
The blonde took a step past the dark-haired trainer, looking at Fafnir, an expression on his face that neither trainer nor PokƩmon much cared for. Seeing it, Fafnir responded with a huff, and all Evande could do was stand and stare with a rather blasƩ expression as it was the boy said something to other guy before he darted toward her stopping too close to her for her personal comfort. The hell is it with the people in Bellflower City sucking at keeping out of my personal bubble . . . ? she thought, taking a step backward before the boy began speaking, grinning in a manner she found unpleasant, holding out a PokƩ Ball toward her. I already know what this is going to lead toward. There came from her a sigh.
āHi! Here! I offer you the best PokĆ©mon this world has to offer! Itās totally rare and totally strong and it can be alll yours for the small trade ofā¦this awesome Charizard of yours. Itās unfair on my end really, but Iāll survive. Just for you.ā Well, the shortie definitely had some confidence in himself, that was for certain. Evande could read his manner of thought in this situation like a book, he was sure that he was going to get his way, and that sheād trade him Fafnir without a problem. Evande remained quiet a moment, just staring at him like he was an idiotāher expression could not have been more blatant regarding that one. Even Fafnir was staring at the kid like he was the stupidest person on the planet for what he was trying to pull.
Before she could even speak, the dark-haired trainer trotted passed herself, the shortie, and the blue-haired siblings with his Absol in towāthough Evande knew he was watching this little scene play out. She opened her mouth to speak, but found herself cut off by a round of insults she assumed were directed at the blonde. āBastard.ā Evande turned her head back and looked at the boy, the one who had run into her beforeāFyren, her crystal-eyes wide behind her glasses as she simply blinked and stared at him. āIdiot, moron, bastard!ā he shouted, in English, growling like a feral PokĆ©mon again.
A couple of more blinks, and Evande had a ghost of a smile happen upon her lips. So, it looks like the only English he knows are insults, but whatever, he sure did sum up my thoughts~ Evande thought, snickering just a bit. Funny to think that the one person among the little group who probably couldnāt speak much English at all had more or less vocalized the obvious before anyone else. There was a flash of light from Fyrenās belt, a PokĆ©mon popping out of its Ball unannounced, a Ralts.
The sister spoke then, āI doubt sheād give you her PokĆ©mon.ā there was a scornful smirk on face, āTheyāre close, canāt you see? Or do you just not have the ability to perceive the emotions of PokĆ©mon? That Ralts over there in my brotherās arms. . . .ā she pointed at the little thing now cradled in Fyrenās arms, similar to how Micah was still in Evandeās own arms, clutching onto her shirt while looking on at the situation with teary little eyes. ā. . . . He treats my brother like a father. And that Cubone does the same to this boy.ā Hah . . . yeah, boy. . . . āThe relationships, the bonds between humans and Pokemon are, or should be, so tight that we can't just part with them and we'd risk our lives for them, as they would for us. That's my translation of what Fyren is saying.ā The entirety of the time the sister had been speaking, Fyren had been doing more of his weird hand gestures. Even if the kid couldnāt speak English beyond insults it seemed, he definitely had PokĆ©mon-Human relations figured out.
That little factoid made Evande break into an honest smile, the first caused by another person in ages. It was nice to actually see a trainer who regarded their PokƩmon as their family rather than lower beings, or as pets or collectibles, like it seemed so many did anymore. Micah still in her arms, and Fafnir still at her side, his arms crossed, his crimson-gaze still set upon the blonde-shortie of a trainer before her, Evande turned her own gaze back toward the boy, smile leaving her features. Looking at him a bit better, the boy looked like he was probably her age, despite his height. I am tall for a girl, I sometimes forget that. she thought with a sigh.
She inhaled rather sharply, before exhaling in an exasperated mannerāyeah; she was tired of people already for the day. Tilting her head to the side, and looking at the boy, expression bored, she responded to him herself. āLet me take a wild guess about what you were thinking . . . you thought this was going to be infallible, and that you were going to be able to talk me into relinquishing to you one of my precious, and beloved PokĆ©mon, didnāt you?ā Evande asked him, her voice about as monotone as could be. Fafnir had his eyes on her, something of a smirk was happening upon the dragon-like PokĆ©monās face at hearing his trainer drone on in that practiced voice of hers. A couple of years ago, she couldnāt have managed to go on in a situation like this sounding so very . . . bored of it, sheād have been beyond emotional about it.
āWell, Iāve got a newsflash for you, shortie, I wouldnāt trade any of my PokĆ©mon for the world. Theyāre my family and I love all six of them, my Milotic, Togekiss, Garchomp, Metagross and my Charizard and Cubone hereāall of them are my family, and you really should learn to regard yours as the same.ā Evandeās voice had gained an edge of annoyance and anger as she went on, she ended her little speech very nearly hissing at the kid, her expression having changed from one of boredom to one of being honestly irked. Ugh, the Hell am I doing? I donāt have time to be lecturing idiots on how to treat their PokĆ©mon, I have a missing brother and PokĆ©mon to track down. . . . she sighed to herself, remembering her true intentions in the Lobelia Islands, Ulric and La.
āCu, Cubo-o-o-one!ā Evande looked down at Micah when the little one prattled on about something, looking up at his trainer with something akin to . . . starry eyes it seemed. She blinked dully at the look in his eyes before giving him a wary smile, seems the little Lonely PokĆ©mon was . . . fanboying over his maternal-figure for her little speech.
āCharizard, Char.ā Fafnir nodded his head, as if agreeing to whatever it was Micah had said, a look of sureness on the Charizardās features.
Evande made a motion to move herself, a surge of pain jolted up her spine from both the fall and the shoddy PokĆ©mon Center bed sheād dragged herself out of that morning, a wince going across her features as a result before something of a yelp slipped from her throat at another feeling that was definitely more alarming than the ache sheād felt. Before, sheād thought her breast bindings mightāve been loosened by the force with which sheād been knocked back . . . she hadnāt been sure but now, she couldnāt have been more certain. Oh dear Arceus, theyāre loose, they are definitely loose! she thought, forcing composure back over herself in front of the people and the PokĆ©mon around her. Okay, so, I donāt know what to do at the moment about this . . . I have to fix it, but I canāt since Iām more or less surrounded by a load of people I want nothing to even do with . . . !
Both Fafnir and Micah noticed the discomfort their trainer was in, though they didnāt know why. Both their eyes went to each other for a moment, questioningly before they looked back to her.
It was at this point in time that a somewhat timid, yet loud voice echoed through the near-desolate streets, and caught hold of Evandeās attention. āUmā¦ Excuse meā¦?ā Drawing her head over toward the direction it came from, Evande found there to be a small, young blonde girl standing there, in the middle of the street, looking at the lot of them with an Arcanine trailing behind her.
Oh for the love of . . . why? Why are all these people appearing around me today!? she thought with a groan, head tipping downward. She needed to get away from this and to fix her damn breast bindings.