Veronica Madaraki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
stitchedupbodyguard) wrote2014-11-27 09:45 pm
stitchedupbodyguard) wrote2014-11-27 09:45 pm
4.5th blade [Action; FOURTH WALL EVENT]
[The first change Veronica noticed was in her hands, specifically the tips of her fingers. The needles; the ones that injected the paralyzing poison that also fought regenerative effects. They were back, sticking out of the tips of her scarred fingers just enough to be noticeable if you were looking right at them.
Everything was back. Her eyes were seeing in infrared again, her muscles were already feeling stronger. The urge to just... jump up and down with joy was not one Veronica felt before, but dammit all if she wasn't excited about this.
She had to get out.
Everything seemed brighter somehow, as she walked down paths and streets, feeling what little snow there currently was crunching underneath her boots. It wasn't that cold, she had her cloak on. She didn't care about it anyways, she was too happy about this.
She wanted to do so much. Breathe fire, jump off a building and land unharmed, fight with any foe and come out on top.
But, for now, she'd settle for slicing through the trees that dotted the random routes like they were butter with the multiple swords the poked out from under her cloak. She'd also even do a little training with her Pokemon. Sword fighting with her Honedge, some hand-to-hand combat with Greninja. They seemed just as happy to see Veronica in such high spirits.
There was also an urge, almost overwhelming, to fight someone. She missed doing that, and there was no way that she'd let this moment go to waste.]
Everything was back. Her eyes were seeing in infrared again, her muscles were already feeling stronger. The urge to just... jump up and down with joy was not one Veronica felt before, but dammit all if she wasn't excited about this.
She had to get out.
Everything seemed brighter somehow, as she walked down paths and streets, feeling what little snow there currently was crunching underneath her boots. It wasn't that cold, she had her cloak on. She didn't care about it anyways, she was too happy about this.
She wanted to do so much. Breathe fire, jump off a building and land unharmed, fight with any foe and come out on top.
But, for now, she'd settle for slicing through the trees that dotted the random routes like they were butter with the multiple swords the poked out from under her cloak. She'd also even do a little training with her Pokemon. Sword fighting with her Honedge, some hand-to-hand combat with Greninja. They seemed just as happy to see Veronica in such high spirits.
There was also an urge, almost overwhelming, to fight someone. She missed doing that, and there was no way that she'd let this moment go to waste.]
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"A machine?" Alice raised an eyebrow. "Really? Please do: it wouldn't hurt to know what this Pokemon can do."
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At her request, Veronica rummaged around trough a bag she had been carrying around, eventually producing her Pokegear. She turned it on and started flipping through it.
"....Here." She reaches the page on Poochyena and hands it to Alice.
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Alice took the book though, and started reading up on the Pokemon, than glanced down at him.
"So. If I were to help him train, I suppose he should fight other Pokemon. How strange. Who decided these battles?"
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"There's more people here that wont do that now though, so you don't have to."
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"If there are people who do not want to have their Pokemon fight each other, what do they do on this world?"
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"Well, some people don't train Pokemon at all and do other things. If you wanted to, you could become a Pokemon breeder. Their jobs are pretty easy."
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Her Poochyena rubbed awkwardly against her, so she at least knew he understood she was accepting the strangeness of this world.
"They just...allow Pokemon to procreate, I imagine."
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