Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
“Died?” Gabe finished Senara’s sentence unflinchingly only to get a more frustrated claw to the face from Reptar. The Charizard was just pushing now, forcefully, irritably. Gabe leaned away from it.
The question, however, had Gabe’s features immediately neutralizing. “If I died, it wouldn’t be my problem anymore,” he said in such a plain, flat way that he got another smack in the back of the head for it. This time, Gabe let himself fall forward and then down to one knee. He shifted almost immediately to lean back and sit down. Both eyes closed, and he smiled a little. “You can’t have regrets if you’re dead.”
Even if his head was starting to hurt now from all the thumps and smacks and shit. Rep at least had burned off some steam and was walking away muttering curse words under his breath now.
“It’s Alim, by the way, Gabe Alim,” he stated pulling his legs in front of himself and folding his arms around them. “Granted, since my ID is missing, I’d guess you already knew that.”
"...yes, that." Senara muttered, watching as Gabe got knocked around a little more. As satisfying as that was his words only left a bitter taste to it all. Just like before his words worried her, and just like before she wanted to avoid avoid avoid the questions that rose from them. This one was hard to, though. He wasn't wrong per say. You can't feel too cut-up about things when you cease to exist. But... "Well, you aren't dead yet, so you can still think about how you'd feel if somebody important to you left your life forever, and try to apply it to how they'd feel instead? Reptar? Your Charmander? Heck, if you were wearing Gum right now, do you think they'd have survived the fall? You're being selfish."
A bit of an empty statement to use on a thief, but hey.
Her expression didn't even flinch, and neither did her posture. "Alim...hmph, so much for that mystery. If you're going to accuse me of stealing again, you need to get your eyes checked. I didn't touch you at all when you were at my place, just so you didn't think I was trying to rob you again. I didn't take your ID." Not a lie, not a lie, not a lie. "If you dropped it in the mines or the streets, it's probably gotten eaten by a Trubbish by now."
She waved her hand, the other still kept in the crook of her elbow. "A fitting fate for you, I dare say. But at least I'll know what to name you as at the coroners' office."
Gabe’s face twitched. Immediately his eyes dropped to his hand, but Gum wasn’t there. Gum was in its Pokeball and sound. I knew that. He did. He sure as hell did. He…. definitely did. A slow breath escaped from him. “Never claimed I wasn’t…” he murmured more to himself than to Senara.
A small weak smirk pulled at Gabe’s lips as Senara spoke. Rather than berate her more, he rested his cheek on his arms on his legs. “I wouldn’t want to give a Trubish the indigestion,” he laughed. Slowly rolling forward, he stood and stretched. “At least not before we finish this heist, anyways.” He stretched one way and then the other. “I think that’s enough flying today though.” Rubbing his face, he smiled again. “Did you really have to elbow me and slap me?” he grinned.
The mood had lightened enough at least that she felt less like she was about to die, so hats off to faking-it-til-you-make-it. Senara scoffed quietly, debating for a moment if she should help him up or not, then opting not to just for retribution's sake. For Reptar. Not for herself, obviously. "That's the spirit...? Besides, I don't think Trubbish can even get indigestion...or is that Snorlax? Which one has the super-stomach again?" She tilted her head for a moment, genuinely not sure if she was remembering correctly. Trubbish were such odd little Pokemon. Cute in an ugly way. Their evolved form though?
YIKES.
Senara flushed just enough to darken her cold-pinkened face to red. That same stupid smug smile...aurgh, this bastard. She'd been ready to worry about him for nearly killing himself but now she was double-guessing herself. "It--I didn't do it on purpose! It was reflex! You just suddenly whispered in my goddamn ear--like, what the hell, who does something like that??" She brought a hand up and rubbed at her ear, still red and muttering, "And on my bad side, too. I couldn't see you. You deserved what you got."
A small laugh escaped from Gabe. “I think they both do,” he answered. Gabe was no walking Pokedex, though. Intuition was all he really had to go on. And it didn’t matter too much anyways.
As Senara defended her actions, though, a weird whine-laugh escaped from Gabe. “The person sitting behind you who didn’t want to yell against the wind?” he ask-stated back. The mention of her bad side, however, had his eyes raising to her patch. “I figured you were playing a long game of act like a pirate,” he snorted. “What happened thre?” he raised a hand to his own eye rather than point at her.
Senara moved her hand from her ear forward to her eye-patch, and glanced downward. It wasn't like she was embarrassed about being asked. It wasn't bad. Well, it wasn't so good, but it was just...something that was a part of her. She was only self-conscious if somebody pointed out when her eyes were mismatched rather than when she was in the patch; one was significantly higher on the "trying to pass as normal" scale than the other.
"It's called anophthalmia. I was just...born without an eye in the socket. It just didn't grow for some reason. I wear a glass eye, like, medically to keep things clean, but I just also go for the patch when I'm working so I don't risk getting any dirt in there. Or for my aesthetics." Lowering her hand she shrugged her shoulders, a small, easier smile on her lips. "I mean, hey, there are people with weirder fashion choices than that, so some people don't even notice. I just try to keep folks on the side I can actually see on."
"Especially creepy thieves who go whispering in my ear without warning."
Anoph-what-now? Gabe almost asked Senara to repeat it, but as she went on to describe it, he just listened. Huh… No tragic backstory, no playing pirate, just something that happened. That’s vaguely anticlimactic. Still, that also meant she never had nor would ever have depth perception, and for someone without it, she moved pretty damn well. But that’s also something to be aware of if… If they ran into trouble on this heist in one form or another. Gabe snorted softly all the same when Senara spoke at him. “I’ll be sure to keep on that side during the heist,” he teased softly. “Though actually I guess I’d need to be the arnored truck driver then, yeah?” Came a more serious question after the fact.
She let out a small huff, arms crossing again over her chest. People always expected a better story than "I was just born this way". Sometimes she gave them one, if they asked in a particular way--that being, like an asshole. Gabe hadn't asked considerately but it was also, well, Gabe, so she expected that. Other times she'd had people go up and poke the damn thing because they caught it looking fake and they were bastards. In that case they'd get a tragic, tragic tale about how her eye was poked out by whatever Pokemon she'd seen said douche-bag have around them earlier that day. Suffer, bitch.
"It's my right eye, so I can still drive. I just...go slower and more cautiously than we need for a get-away driver, huh." Senara started to defend herself, but went all the way around into explaining why she shouldn't do it anyway. She grumbled some choice Kalosian under her breath. "It does make flying a real pain." Her admittance made her cheeks flush again, this time with shame. "Since...I can't trust that I know how far away the ground is, if I don't trust the Pokemon to know what they're doing, I'm...it's risky."
She still only trusted Gabe as far as she could throw him--which was not very much, of course--but that she had gone along with this at all probably spoke more than she meant it to. Dammit to hell. She didn't trust him. She trusted Reptar. There was a difference.
The corners of Gabe’s lips twitched a little as Senara spoke. “I’ll drive then,” he answered. That was… easy enough heh. He’d picked up driving cars from a few acquaintances now and again; how hard could it be? As she mentioned the flying, though, he paused. Was that why…. Or…. Huh.
A small chuckle escaped from him. “Well, if you do still want to fly over the water to Plum, I can tell you we’ll be about a hundred feet up from the water for most of it,” he mused. “I—“ A pause. “Don’t want any Water Pokemon getting any ideas.” Fucking Gyarados. Anyways. “Though if you’re scared I understand.” Why was he teasing like that? Well, maybe to keep some of the focus on her.
Did they really need to fly so high up in the air? Sure, it was to keep them safer, but it was still so incredibly high up and she was sure she was going to screech the whole time, which would ruin any element of surprise. Maybe she could stuff her scarf in her mouth before they took off. No, no, that would be stupid. Senara grumbled, "I'm not. I'm not a fan of flying, it doesn't mean I'm scared. I'm a grown woman. I can handle it."
Senara reminded herself that the person in front of her was nineteen, and it didn't help.
"If we're done with flying, and you're done poking me with questions and mocking me for a perfectly reasonable dislike," she huffed, "I'm going to head forward to Bass. Maybe take a day to pamper myself before we go and commit a major crime." Senara adjusted the ties of her hat and started making her way from the shoreline back to the path. "Where should we meet up the day before? The shore, or somewhere in Bass?"
A soft breath escaped from Gabe. “Alright,” he smiled. At the question, though, he paused. “Let’s meet outside the Pokemon center off Wellwrick road and Softfell road,” he answered. “There’s a pier nearby that many people take off from when flying.” It had quite a lot of use but wasn’t regulated as far as he knew. It was a good place to be seen but not assumed. “Sound good?” A pause thereafter to give her a moment. “I won’t be headed back to Bass just yet, but I’ll be there at the deadline.” He smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and started walking the way back towards Cedar? Huh. “See you.”
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