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.
Arietta was a few seconds from yanking it off the table and pushing it to his leg when she heard the 'Ara that's gross'. She heard him say something about... gum? Bubble- oh! Oh he had a ditto? That could be good, that could be helpful, right? The girl paused in her punch bowl raid to watch the transform, and waited expectantly for it to use a move to make everything... twenty times easier- but it didn't Of course it didn't She moved to wring her fingers through a strand of her hair, a huff leaving her lips,
"Ditto- do you have like- ice moves? Uh- like- ice beam, or... ice.... aurora? powder snow? frost breath?" She stumbled over a few moves, staring at the ditto in it's form for a few seconds before thrusting the punch bowl towards them, "Do your thing on... on this thing?"
Did she make sense? Probably not. As she waited though she moved back to glance at Gabe, "Can you like... sit? I gotta check out the leg, probably- right? Oh, and you fell so like- the impact area? Wait is that even possible in a dress?" She glanced around, searching once ore before yanking a few napkins off the table- it probably would be more reasonable to take Gabe into the bathroom and use cold water there, or like even get some ice from the bar? But no. No Ara's mind was set. "Fuck uh- pain level?" that was something people asked, right?
She continued stumbling over thoughts, all but ready to dip the napkins into the punch and hold them to his leg if she had to, she really didn't know what to do. After a few more moments of dawdling she turned back to the ditto, if he didn't do anything... would... Ditto's form be cold?
Gum stared at Arietta for a solid few seconds before looking at Gabe. A weird sound, not quite a Ditto cry but not anything Delibird-esque, escaped from it.
Gabe grumbled rubbing his temple. “Yeah….. ok….” he muttered slowly sitting down in one of the chairs that surrounded a table. Oh ow that hurt. Ow ow ow ow…. Trying to take his mind off that screaming pain, he focused on remembering just what Frosty knew. If Frosty was here, he could just as easily fulfill the request, but no of course he had to have Gum. “I think it’s just…. ugh…. Gum just …..Ice the punch…”
Oh! Gum knew that one!!!! Forming a fist and summoning up the Ice power, it hopped up and slammed its fist into the punch bowl— effectively freezing it solid and causing it to shatter into pieces in the process. “Shit!” Gabe gulp-yelped as he was bombarded with ice shards from the broken pieces. “Oh my god.”
She continued her rampant thoughts until she heard Gabe tell the ditto to ice the punch- would they do it this time? use the mo- Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she held back a shriek, the loud sound of ice going everywhere and the punch bowl breaking in her ears. No! Arceus no! She stood stationary for a whole of two seconds, greatful the music was loud for once before quickly moving,
"That's... okay... one way to do things..." she managed out. The ice was sharp, but... she could use it. It was fine. This was fine. With napkin in hand she moved to collect as many cold shards as possible, before offering the soppy napkin full of ice to Gabe. "Use this- I..."
There were pieces everywhere- did they cut anything?! She hadn't really realized just how much the ice punch had broke it- there were bits... literally surrounding them, like a crime scene, and in the middle of it all sat Gum. "Shit- what do i..." But... his dumb face- a sigh left her lips as she shook her head back and forth- no. No she had to focus on- did any bits cut Gabe?!
She, in the midst of gathering more of the frozen sharp bits in a napkin glanced up at him, scrutinisng for damages. "I- uh- swear to arceus- if a shard cut you..."
“Oh my god…” Gabe didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because of course Gum was that stupidly literal to assume he meant Ice Punch. Cry was apparently the answer as his eyes stung. A choked sob tried and failed to break from him, and he was fidgeting to rub his eyes clear of unshed tears. Stop crying stop crying stop crying. Everything is fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. But it didn’t feel like it. He was in pain and very aware that everything set up from that strangled moment before was coming down again.
He didn’t take the napkin immediately, just trying to force himself calm first. However, after a moment he took it and carefully pressed it against the side of his knee. Between the lights of the dance floor and the cut of the dress and the darkness of his skin, it was hard to tell what all damage had been incurred. However, the distinct smell of blood was in the air, and if Ara got in close enough she would find one of those stupid shards had cut the back of Gabe’s forearm of all things. Well, at least it hadn’t been the face. Gabe didn’t even register it, though, probably because his leg was still the source of the pain sink at the moment.
Gum stared stupidly forward. It had done good, right? It had done what was asked, right? It looked from Gabe to Ara and then back again looking for some sort of confirmation. When it got none, it collapsed back into the pile of pink and purple cells it was already and just waited for any kind of further information. “Tto??” it finally asked.
She was glad he took her messed up napkin-ice creation and put it to his leg, but... He... he seemed to be struggling, his shoulders shook and an expression she could recognise from a mile away glistened in his eyes. Her stomach dropped, she... she didn't... what did she do? She moved to moved up a bit of his dress in an attempt to further check on the knee and see if any damage was obvious but... the atmosphere of the ballroom made everything difficult to see, she couldn't get a grasp on what she was seeing.
She moved back to the second makeshift napkin ice ball she was making and moved to had it to him, however pausing upon noticing a red tinge begin to bleed out from his forearm, and that was enough for Ara. A hand pushed through her hair, followed by a very soft, ironic laugh. Fucked- this was fucked, right? Again, a joke.
"Arceus...." She fidgited, pausing when she heard a soft voice, noticing Ditto. She couldn't pinpoint what it wanted, but just attempted a forced smile back, "Just chill little guy- uh... uhm... do you know any- like- really big forms?" Stupid plan Arietta time. "...We need to cut through the dance floor- I..."
She glanced down at Gabe, then back at Ditto. "Bathroom will have good lighting, and cold water... just need to...but..." She's umbling to herself, her hands balling into fists by her side then unscrunching, what does she do?! She's not first aid trained, but she didn't know if she could get him further. Another groan left her lips as she glanced back to Gabe, "I...how...h-how bads the pain- would you be able to hang in there if I, uh... attempted to get you to the bathroom? Is that okay? I-I don't.. I don't know..." She was panicking, "What do I do?"
Gabe took the second ice ball grimacing a little as he shifted it to the other side of his knee. “Ugh…” Stupid leg with stupid leg rules. He didn’t want to be doing this right now.
Big… forms? Big forms… Big…. Forms. Gum stared stupidly.
Gabe, meanwhile, was mumbling something to himself as he too was trying to think up which Pokemon it had seen that would make for a decent copy right then. Actually. “Roselle,” he ordered looking sideways at Gum again. “Shift into her.”
Oh! Gum immediately shifted into Roselle the Ivysaur. While traditional Ivysaur were rather small, Roselle was large for her species and being large for its species, Gum could copy well enough. The sudden appearance of a large Ivysaur caught a few people’s attention but only for a moment or two.
Gabe sighed thankful that worked. He could barely think right then, but at least the thoughts he did have were worthwhile. “I think…. Between leaning on you and Gum….” he mumbled. “I can get there.” He kind of just wanted to remain seated, but the bathroom had better lighting and was probably quieter. Slowly forcing himself up, he leaned partially on the bulb of the large Ivysaur and then kind of clasped onto Ara. If they could just m—
A sharp gasp escaped from Gabe as he was literally lifted up by Gum’s version of Vine Whip. The Vines raised and held him up over its head, and Gum smiled wide, proud of itself. This was what they wanted, yes?
Oh! Gum shifted! Maybe not the biggest but, right... that'd do, easy to get through to the bathrooms! She'd just have to be loud, a little pushy, and careful not to get Gabe jousted, like... at all. That could be super bad news, and she didn't want that. And seeing that Gabe was okay with the idea of moving, she nodded. Great, this was going great. It took a few moments for him to get up, and he began to lean on the two of them, but before she could even begin to walk...
Ditto's vine launched out and clasped around Gabe, pulling him right into the air. A choked gasp left Arietta's lips upon realization, probably the fiftieth gasp this night, and she blinked for a few seconds, stunned. If people weren't looking at them before, they were now-
But what was a top tier idols greatest strength?!
Improvisation.
"G-Good job, Ditto!" She managed out weakly, moving to brush a hand against their side. "I'm- follow me, okay?" She glanced around, taking in a few startled faces and staring up at the helpless Gabe. This- it kept him off his feet, right? And... vines didn't have thorns. He'd be fine, for now- as long as nobody looked up his dress.
Moving forward, she began walking across the dancefloor, pushing through people while yelling out, "Injury, please move- sorrrry- uh- move-" and things along that line. Maybe it wasn't her than made the people, but the pokemon swinging the Mismagious around like a deadly weapon. Probably- more than likely.
But, eventually, she managed to make it across the dancefloor, throat hoarse and breathless. It'd be fine, everything was fine. She moved to push the door open, pausing when realising... it was... full of girls... Like, there was a small line of them waiting for the loo too, all staring at her. Arecus- fuck. Arietta fidgited, eyes wide- what did she do- what did she-
She stopped, taking a deep breath before taking off her mask, "I'm Arietta... Ostinato- in a band, PNG-" A girl let out a squeal, her eyes wide, and Arietta attempted to keep her cool- fucking mew. "I'll give you all free PNG tickets to our next concert, can you all please- like, pretty please just- go to a different bathroom? It's a class 1 emergency!"
A lot of the girls seemed confused, but after a little more frustrated coaxing from Arietta and a promise that if they gave her name and the 'secret password' to the manager they'd get free tickets. Perfect. This was fine- this was fine. The girls cleared out quickly, finishing their business and rushing out, one girl even... hugging Arietta? She didn't think much of it, tie was wasting and she was fairly certain Gabe's cut thing was deep.
She literally just did everything she intended not to do tonight, but it's fine, she hasn't really... realized yet.
"...Fucking..." She moved down the bathroom, peeking through all the stalls one last time before opening the first one and pushing down the lid. "Okay- okay... uh... Put Gabe down here, Ditto- then can you- uh- guard the door? Do the vine thing on people who try come in?" That was a move, right? Right.
Color scorched Gabe’s face, and he very much wanted to be let down. “G-Gum….” but Ara was already encouraging the damn thing, and worse it was listening to her. He felt the eyes on him, and he wanted very much to squirm— That was painful, though, so he just dealt with the embarrassment. Arceus if his face wasn’t hidden— Gum, meanwhile just was happy as can be to help and follow along now.
They waited semi-outside the bathroom, and Gabe struggled to… actually hear what was being said. He wouldn’t cop to the fact it was the girl’s bathroom until— a sea of girls came out. Oh. Oh god. Oh…. At some point, Gabe had given up, and a sharp breezy laugh came and went from him. Great…. This was all stupid and great.
Gum had waited (thankfully), and as Ara came back, it carefully lowered Gabe to the floor again. The latter let out a deep irritable breath and gave a short “Thanks” in response. “Vine whip…” he mentioned to Gum on the chance it didn’t understand what Ara was referring to. The Ivysaur blinked slowly and then released a strange call. Sure! Gabe nodded, grasped the archway door, and pulled himself inwards.
Damn it was much brighter in here than he was ready for. The girl’s bathroom had a really nice little vanity kitty corner, though, with a chair to boot. Sitting down again into it, he winced. “Arceus fucking Mew goddamn Girirtina frickin Celebi Jirachi and whoever else…” he swore finally pulling up his dress again to now get a better view of what he was dealing with.
His knee was bruised. The black and green that surrounded the outside determined where he’d hit first. It, of course, didn’t stop there, though. Little dabs of other contact points were already coloring his dark skin. “Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow….” At least his head wasn’t pounding as hard to the music anymore.
Arietta had dissapeared into a stall momentarily to grab herself as much toilet paper as she could wrap around a hand, coming out only to spot Gabe already sitting with his dress hitched up and- fucking allmighty his leg. That explains all the swearing and.... now she could see the bits that were bleeding too, she stood there for a few moments, not knowing what to do- splint? Can people actually make like... a toilet paper splint? It wasn't bleeding to it didn't need a bandage- pressure? Maybe it needed pressure? Or... something cold... something-
Her eyes flicked to the tap. Water- right- okay- water- and- she... she had her purse in her pocket, she had tweezers in there. That could word for the shards- okay. Okay. Water. Shards. Pluck. Toilet paper splint. Perfect, it'd... totally work- wait no! Elevation! The leg needed to be elevated!
"Hold on a sec..." Was barely audible as she left her toilet paper cluster by the sink, dissapearring, only to reappear pushing one of the sanitary bins out of a stall and towards where Gabe sat. "Leg- on that, maybe? Elevation?" She said, biting her lip for a second before going over to the sink. Right- okay... Ice... ice napkin didn't work. So she'd just have to rely on cold water.
Moving to the sink the girl grabbed her toilet paper wad, wetting it before moving back over to Gabe, "Uh- fucking- I don't know hold this on your leg, at least the temperature, and pressure should relieve some swelling- if it does start to swell? Probably? Maybe?" She was talking a little fast, and just huffed. She took a second to give him another once over, checking to see where else he was bleeding from, and if it was only the one spot.
"...I... you're bleeding- i'm gonna have to like..." She turned around for a sec and pushed her hand into her pocket, revealing her tweezers. More toilet paper- more toilet paper! Yes! Another stall was raided, and she walked out succesful with a little bit more. "Uh- uhm, clench your teeth you have like... a shard... in your arm." She wet the paper and put it to the side for a second, instead moving in with her tweezers and attempting to pull it out- she is not a doctor, or a nurse. This was an awful idea, this was a terrible idea, this was-
She ripped it out with a frustrated, "Arceus-" before literally pushing the wet toilet paper onto his arm. "Is this even- like- somewhat helping?" Came her voice, a few seconds later, as if she'd only just really, truly realized Gabe was still like, physically present and wasn't just a bleeding dummy. Oh- Arceus would she have to like, rush him to a pokecenter?! Back into the crowd with people who probably know her now?
Gabe winced raising that leg and setting it on the bin. “Yikes…” he breathed back. He almost kind of wished he could saw it off instead or something. Ara was talking fast, and he couldn’t quite process what she was saying.
“Ara—“ Gabe paused before pulling down that mask again around his neck so he could speak a little easier. She was already on to the next series of thoughts, though, and he couldn’t quite keep up. “Y—“
You’re bleeding… Gabe paused only then registering that he was. Glancing to his forearm and looking at it almost in daze, he stared in silence for a few seconds assessing it. Oh god. Fucking Gum. Oh god. He bit the inside of his mouth hard as a sharp feeling surged through his arm, and a sharp, whiny gasp escaped from him right as it was ripped out. The press of makeshift bandages to his arm only helped with the bleeding. For a few seconds, he was shaking, breathing, and internally screaming.
In those overwhelming moments, though, he remained silent. Whereas some might have been complaining and crying, he’d gone completely cold. Some vague, catty part of himself wanted to hole up somewhere and hide for a little bit while the pain subsided. The other part was aware that he could probably skirt around and find a reasonable-enough drug dealer for this kind of thing but…. Still another part was alarmingly aware that Ara was still panicking, and somehow all of that still managed to take precedence in those short-lived moments.
The arm that hadn’t been damaged reached around her and pulled her suddenly very close. It was… awkward especially with the way he was seated and positioned, but Gabe wasn’t really thinking about that. “Breathe, Ara…. Breathe….” he soothed. “It’s fine…. You’ve done a good job; it’s going to be ok.” He was fifteen again, comforting her after some especially nasty whatever-happened-happened. It was… still so natural.
After a few seconds with no response she was more than ready to go to the third stall in line and bust it open, gather more toilet paper and probably attempt to make a splint- did they have like... tampon dispensers around here? She could make like... a tampon rope for some sorta of support and like, would that even- splints had like, the support thing right? His leg looked nasty, like, like it'd been slammed full force into a car- and then his arm-shit his arm- he was going to bleed through the toilet paper! "I might need to-"
Her words all but choked off as she felt herself being pulled towards him, eyes wide and confused for a few moments. Had she involuntarily hit a nerve?! Did she press down on the wound too hard?! Shit, the girl began to shake slightly, blinking a few times, only barely registering when he said to breathe- she was breathing? She was totally breathing- the one who won't be breathing if she doesn't get his arm wrapped properly is Gabe. She, was fine. He wasn't, and part of her felt guilty, really fucking guilty. And she was kinda scared, though she'd never admit that- overwhelmed, and just outright running on full auto mode.
His next words had her biting down on her lip, eyes moving to look back at his injured arm, blinking a few times, this... wasn't- "You're... you're literally going to bleed through the toilet paper, I... I'm gonna have to use the whole roll..." She mumbled out. "Nothing about anything is okay- should I raid the bar for ice- why didn't I think of that before? You won't be able to even... make it out of here? Do- I think I have some paracetamol, actually- uh..." She continued going off, absently.
A weirdly soft laugh escaped from Gabe at Ara’s words. “A whole roll,” he echoed softly. Not like I haven’t bled worse before… He gulped reminded of the first time he and Liz went traipsing through the wilds like a pack of untamed animals. She went on, though, and he didn’t say anything back immediately. Instead, he sort of just pet her gently, almost absently.
His head still throbbed. His knee sure as hell throbbed, but the longer he sat there in the semi-quiet the less emotional Gabe was. It was fine. He could deal with injuries like this. Instead, he found himself a tad overwhelmed upon realizing that Ara had panicked and reacted so quickly. She had no obligation to him— none at all. She could have just go on and danced with someone else, left him there to deal with his problems. But her first reaction had been concern. And her ensuing reactions were still of concern. She was till right there talking about him and worrying about him and thinking over how to deal with him and—
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Grasping either side of her face and pulling her close, he pressed his lips to hers briefly. A pause. Gabe sat back. “Sorry…..” Color came to his features, and he grit his teeth. “You wouldn’t stop talking.”
How does somebody go about taking ice from a bar? Do they just, like... Go up to it and ask for ice? Or would she have to attempt to grab it- what if the girls told everybody who she was and she didn't have a chance to get there? Or if she forgot her mask- what if he like, bled out in the girls bathroom while she was gone- is double dosing paracetamol a good idea? Her mind was running a million miles an hour, barely aware of what was going on around her. "Isn't there a way to... like... smoosh up paracetamol and make it into a cream? I could totally do that- maybe, right? Or- now hear me out we get a plunge-"
Her words cut out like a short circuit as soon as his hands moved to her face, her eyes blinking thrice in confusion until- oh. Oh fuck. A very soft breath escaped her lips after the momentary kiss, eyes blinking, practically frozen. Arietta, for a few seconds had stopped responding. "I- uh..." words didn't work- she wouldn't stop talking? Was she really talking that much?!
Why did he- she wasn't, they... her brain fumbled to process. "Y-You could have told me to stop?" She managed out, a confused twinge to her voice, her cheeks tinted pink. She stayed there a few more moments, stumbling to remember where she was- blood- bleeding. Gabe was bleeding. The girl attempted to grab for the toilet paper, blinking a few more times.
"You're going to bleed out." She said again, almost sternly- as if to remind herself where she was. Gabe, obviously wasn't, it wasn't that deep, but Arietta isn't a nurse, nor is she first aid trained, she just see's blood. Blood is bad.. "I..." She held up the roll, gulping down air, "...Toilet paper? I- won't talk?"
Gabe’s breath shook. He stared at Ara unblinkingly then. He wasn’t even really sure he believed his own words right then. The warmth on his features was unmistakable, and he had no idea of how to cool it right then. “I….” Yes, yes he knew he could have told her to stop. He could have said something, did something, anything else, but. But that affection was still there… he realized.
You’re going to bleed out— Gabe wouldn’t buy that lie even between the two of them. His gaze flicked to the scratch that had only just now stopped bleeding. His hand reached for it and pressed there. Yeah that… that wasn’t the huge source of pain for him. That awkward went to his leg. “Ice….” he finally stated. “Uh…. just cold water for my leg. No more toilet paper…” That sounded really disjointed, but Gabe was very disjointed then.
She waited with baited breath until he finally spoke, clutching the toilet paper roll like it was some sort of life buoy. Arietta didn't know what to make of the expressions that danced across his features, but... he didn't seem to be in too much pain anymore. That meant that maybe the pokecenter was out of the question- but... how would she get him out of the area, is the question? In the least painful way possible-
Her brain jolted as he spoke, eyes going wide- ice. Ice? She'd have to raid the bar then?! She couldn't go in her costume, maybe she'd have to... do like a costume swap? Somehow... Who was she kidding, the dress would have off her like she was a toy, but then she might have to bribe somebody else to-
"Oh..". Cold water. He... he wanted cold water. Okay. Okay she could do that. She cautiously put the roll down and made her way to the sink, pouring the water to check the temperature for moment. It... wasn't that cold but it'd totally do, right? Did she... did she dab the water with lie a paper towel, or just, like... pour it over?
Wait- if she poured it, it'd... get on the dress? Arceus fuck- she didn't have time to dawdle, he was in pain, and she couldn't bare it right now- and probably delirious from it all. She- focus Arietta. Don't think, don't breathe, just do. She moved to cup some of the water in her hands and rushed over, ignoring the little bits that spilled out before opening the gap in her palms and letting it splash over his knee, glancing back at him before going back-
As Ara moved to the sink, Gabe pulled the dress one way and then the other. He wasn’t going to let it get soaked if he could help it, but that also entailed pulling it up… much higher than he had before. Shoving the fluffy parts behind himself, he managed it… looking much barer legged on both sides than before. Shifting one foot, he fished off the shoe on it and set it behind him too leaning against it a bit too hard. Ugh. He was going to be so damn stiff and sore from this.
When water finally hit his knee, Gabe breathed out. It wasn’t near cold enough, but it felt nice for a brief moment. A slow breath drew in and out of him, and his eyes lowered remaining on that one knee. Damn that had been a tumble. Damn it…. His head was starting to throb again a little more pronouncedly, but he wasn’t sure what that was from, exactly.
A slow sigh escaped from Gabe as he again realized what an annoying predicament, he was in. Feeling over the bruising slowly, he muttered softly to himself. “You’d think I’d learn by now….” he gently berated himself. “Stupid…”
He didn't say anything after the first water splash, so she absently continued, back and forth, back and forth. Keeping herself busy, keeping her mind busy.There was no need to think, no need to do anything more. Water dripped and drizzled down her costume with each splash, but she paid it no mind, too caught up in the rhythm of what she was doing, too caught up in trying to forget who sat there- her thoughts? A mess, how does somebody... unravel a mess? By making another one- all over the bathroom floor.
Upon hearing him speaking up Arietta paused, drawing her eyes upwards to Gabe, blinking. "...Stupid?" She repeated, her voice barely audible. Had he done something else? Her gaze drifted over him, however gaze averting when she realized that his legs were having their own runway show- Arietta, no.
No- he said something about... stupid? If she had any mind to think it, she'd assume it was about her- was he going to yell again- was something else going to be broken- was this where she had to flee- but... but she couldn't- not with him in such a state. She was maybe an asshole but she wasn't a bitch.
She moved again, attempting to fetch more water, "I... really doubt you're stupid..." She muttered out, absently. Her voice sounds slightly distance, and she splashed again. "Stupid people forget to wear masks to the masquerade ball, or they... give their identity away to 20 screaming girls and probably over 1000 dollars worth of tickets?" She assumed the leg was still painful and humour, sometimes distracted, right? Arietta paused where she stood and gently brushed a finger over his knee, as if to test just how bad it was. "...The...waters not helping- right- do... do I have to like, get ice? Would ice help?"
Gabe chewed the inside of his mouth irritably. He probably would go to the Pokemon center after this and have himself checked out at least, but from the looks of things, he was just going to be frustratingly sore for a while. Ara’s words cut into his thoughts. Gabe’s gaze flashed up to her. Over a thousand dollar’s worth of tickets… She’d…. she’d done that for him though. She’d done that for him… His chest tightened a little.
She was…. she was so attentive. A small laugh built up and expelled itself from Gabe. Arceus, she was so cute. He hated it. He hated these stupid goofy feelings that were most definitely one sided. She was just worried about him— because they had a history and were more than strangers. She had just handed out a thousand dollars’ worth of tickets because she was concerned…Not because… not…. Definitely not because….
Gabe gulped. “It’s…. no I think it’ll be fine… I just need to … sit for a while now,” he answered slowl, softly. It was going to get a lot worse before it got better, but at least he was off the dance floor and away from the music. Absently, his hand felt over the wound on his other arm and then slowly raised to push up the sleeve. The bottom of his tattoo was briefly visible as he inspected his arm. No, no other wounds there. Good.
She drew her finger away as he spoke, fidgeting. Would it really be fine- he hadn't done the pain scale thing and it definitely didn't look walk-able in the slightest- but, if he said so and he didn't need ice, then what more could she do? A soft hum left her throat, uncertain but she paced back a few steps, "...Okay... I'll let you, uh, chill?"
Okay. He was going to be okay. What did she do now? She couldn't bring herself to leave, especially not... he was in a terrible state,and she kinda felt sick to the stomach at the very thought. Her hands had moved to be stationary by her legs, only just realizing she was covered in water- right. Okay- another thing to do! She had to keep busy, before she starting thinking about how much she missed this. Grabbing the toilet paper she'd put down she began to dab her clothes in an attempt to dry them, holding them there for a few seconds before changing spots- it was probably useless, it was definitely useless.
With a soft, drawn out sigh she moved to the wall opposite Gabe, leaning her back against it before sinking to the floor. What use would there in going back to the dance when she person she just had the most fun with in a long time was sitting right there? She had nothing to busy herself with, or to distract herself with. Words didn't come easily and she was still shaking, thankfully only slightly. Her fingers fidgeted before settling on her knees, locking together. Her gaze eventually left her fingers and began looking around the room, left, right, the sinks, the loos...Gabe.
Fucking Gabe. Gabe who was gently coaxing up his sleeve and inspecting his wound, Gabe who in that moment looked way too fragile to function- Gabe who had changed- the little ways were obvious now, something pink and white, a tattoo she assumed peeked out of his sleeve, and he didn't at all seem too phased about the current disaster that was his knee- but despite the changes, he was stilll. Gabe? Were her lips dry, was she okay? Nope. She couldn't sit still. Without much of a thought she pushed herself up and ventured towards Gum, "Heyyya, buddy..." She moved to scratch behind his ivysaur ear, hoping for some cute pokemon reaction, something to draw her mind away from whatever tension was in the room. Her hand moved to gently stroke the pokemons head and she sniffed, get yourself together Arietta.
A slow breath escaped from Gabe. He was not nearly as fidget as Ara was, and in fact he was realizing then just how tired he was. I just need a break. I’ll be fine. It will be fine. He wasn’t saying that out loud anymore but rumbling over it internally. Ah, good, at least his arm looked roughly alright. His gaze flashed up as Ara stepped out briefly to acknowledge Gum again, but he wouldn’t say anything then— only watched her go.
Gum was in the same spot that Ara had left it. At her call, it looked sideways at her and stared with a questionable look before smiling entirely too wide for measure. As she scratched behind its ears, the then-Ivysaur let out a strange call (not quite Ivysaur and not quite Ditto) and leaned into her hand happily. It was pleased with the acknowledgment and pleased with the touch. It did, however, register that she was sniffling. Blinking slowly, it wondered if she too was injured and without warning wrapped its vines around her and lifted her upwards.
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