Post by alyssaimagine on Jul 3, 2020 11:16:53 GMT 11
Dust Storms. Faith was beginning to think that they were created just to test her, and she was not pleased with it one single bit. Dust was everywhere imaginable: her hair, her skin, her clothes, inside her clothes, inside her mouth whenever she opened it and forgot to adjust the makeshift scarf. Everywhere, and it was not the least bit pleasant. She held one hand up, as if it were enough to serve as protection. The makeshift scarf could only manage so much, and she kept having to adjust it as she walked. She could feel dust inside her shoes and in her socks, and she knew her hair was going to be an absolute mess and she was completely done with dust storms. Her life of isolation had not properly prepared her for this, and she was resenting that right now. She didn't feel prepared for much.
Faith's mother had planned to have her married off, and live her life out as a housewife. Safe, and away from anything dangerous. She'd heard the conversations between her mother and father often enough to know what future awaited her had she stayed. Her father only listened, with his usual disinterest with the topic. He'd often zone out, nodding here and there and acting as if he paid any attention, when in reality he cared little for what his wife said. The marriage was simply one of convenience for both sides: one for safety, and one to be cared for. All her father needed was a home-cooked meal, and a clean home. He cared for little else when it came to his home life. His only interest was in research. Still, neither wife nor husband were particularly unhappy with their lot in life, despite having reason to do so. They both got what they wanted, and he could easily tune the wife out, while she could just as easily pretend that he listened. None of it mattered, because when it came to home life the wife would always win and the husband wouldn't have much to say.
Her aspirations were completely different. Never one for a settled life, she had dreamed of adventure. She hadn't wanted a life of security and structure, and rather yearned for discovery and exploration. A life of Pokemon battles and adrenaline rushes. Unfortunately, she had little experience or knowledge to draw from. Faith didn't know how to live on her own, as her mother had always done everything for her. It wasn't something she wanted nor asked for, but it's the life she had been given and now she was finding things more difficult than she'd ever imagined. In stories, heros were strong and they were both quick to learn and quick to adapt. Faith had figured life would be exactly like that. A lack of experience and education could be overcome, she had decided, and easily. Nothing would stop her! Now she was learning just how naive she had been.
There was a cry in the distance then, and it startled Faith for a moment. She stood paralyzed, unsure of what she was hearing, before her brain slowly kicked into gear. It sounded like a cry for help, though she couldn't be entirely certain. Maybe she wasn't like those heros in books, but she couldn't just sit around and do nothing when she heard that, either. Face filled with determination, Faith ran over as fast as she could. She wasn't paying enough attention, however, and by the time she had arrived on the scene she had almost bumped into one of the angry looking houndoor. Her heart seemed to freeze in her chest, as she scrambled backward, her mind struggling to process the situation in front of her.
Slowly, she began to realize the danger that both she and the boy was in. She took out three individual pokeballs, one for each of the houndour. No, not to capture, but a pokemon prepared to fight against the onslaught. She threw them, even as she was still sprawled on the ground. Three shapes appeared from the beams of light, and three Pokemon looked around, first confused, then with a sudden understanding: they were all going to have to work together.
"Zubat, use wing attack on the one on the left," her eyes scanned the new battlefield, then turned to the others. "Charmander, use Dragon Breath on the one on the right, and Sentret use Quick Attack on the middle one," Now, she could only watch and hope.
(Zubat uses Wing Attack on the left, Charmander uses Dragon Breath on the right, and Sentret uses Quick Attack on the middle. Add 400 words to egg.)
Faith's mother had planned to have her married off, and live her life out as a housewife. Safe, and away from anything dangerous. She'd heard the conversations between her mother and father often enough to know what future awaited her had she stayed. Her father only listened, with his usual disinterest with the topic. He'd often zone out, nodding here and there and acting as if he paid any attention, when in reality he cared little for what his wife said. The marriage was simply one of convenience for both sides: one for safety, and one to be cared for. All her father needed was a home-cooked meal, and a clean home. He cared for little else when it came to his home life. His only interest was in research. Still, neither wife nor husband were particularly unhappy with their lot in life, despite having reason to do so. They both got what they wanted, and he could easily tune the wife out, while she could just as easily pretend that he listened. None of it mattered, because when it came to home life the wife would always win and the husband wouldn't have much to say.
Her aspirations were completely different. Never one for a settled life, she had dreamed of adventure. She hadn't wanted a life of security and structure, and rather yearned for discovery and exploration. A life of Pokemon battles and adrenaline rushes. Unfortunately, she had little experience or knowledge to draw from. Faith didn't know how to live on her own, as her mother had always done everything for her. It wasn't something she wanted nor asked for, but it's the life she had been given and now she was finding things more difficult than she'd ever imagined. In stories, heros were strong and they were both quick to learn and quick to adapt. Faith had figured life would be exactly like that. A lack of experience and education could be overcome, she had decided, and easily. Nothing would stop her! Now she was learning just how naive she had been.
There was a cry in the distance then, and it startled Faith for a moment. She stood paralyzed, unsure of what she was hearing, before her brain slowly kicked into gear. It sounded like a cry for help, though she couldn't be entirely certain. Maybe she wasn't like those heros in books, but she couldn't just sit around and do nothing when she heard that, either. Face filled with determination, Faith ran over as fast as she could. She wasn't paying enough attention, however, and by the time she had arrived on the scene she had almost bumped into one of the angry looking houndoor. Her heart seemed to freeze in her chest, as she scrambled backward, her mind struggling to process the situation in front of her.
Slowly, she began to realize the danger that both she and the boy was in. She took out three individual pokeballs, one for each of the houndour. No, not to capture, but a pokemon prepared to fight against the onslaught. She threw them, even as she was still sprawled on the ground. Three shapes appeared from the beams of light, and three Pokemon looked around, first confused, then with a sudden understanding: they were all going to have to work together.
"Zubat, use wing attack on the one on the left," her eyes scanned the new battlefield, then turned to the others. "Charmander, use Dragon Breath on the one on the right, and Sentret use Quick Attack on the middle one," Now, she could only watch and hope.
(Zubat uses Wing Attack on the left, Charmander uses Dragon Breath on the right, and Sentret uses Quick Attack on the middle. Add 400 words to egg.)